REFLECTIONS IN A MURKY STREAM

REFLECTIONS IN A MURKY STREAM
DISTORTED HAZY SCATTERED
IS THE WATER UNCLEAR
DO MY TEARS CLOUD THE IMAGE
GROTESQUE MIS-SHAPEN HORRIFYING
IS IT MY BODY OR MY BROKEN SPIRIT
REALITY BECOMING APPARENT
I DONT WANT TO SEE
IT WAS NEVER ME HE WANTED
IT WAS SECURITY A FREE RIDE
TAKEN IN BY A PRETTY FACE
A WILLING YOUNG BODY
SWAYED BY MY LOINS
BETRAYED BY MY MIND AND MY HEART
NOW I SEEM UNABLE TO DO THAT WHICH NEEDS DOING
CUT HIM LOSE TO SINK OR SWIM
THERES ALWAYS ANOTHER FOOL
HE'LL ALWAYS FIND SOMEONE VULNERABLE
SO WHY DO I HESITATE
WAITING FOR A MIRACLE
PRAYING FOR THAT WHICH SHALL NEVER BE
I LOVE IN VAIN HE DOES NOT LOVE
SO IS THE FOOL HIM OR IS THE FOOL ME?