a story of deception, and enlightenment


Stable of Fools

Skilled and willful, full of intent
With pleasure given on knees bent.

You played the victim, woman with broken heart
It was all just a game, my fear from the start

Abusing words like, friendship and true
Forever unfaithful, it’s what you do

Not another fool for your stables, not a pet for your pride. Hate to admit you took me for a ride.

Found some solace I must confess, knowing your stuck with someone to love less
.
You milked me dry, you drank me in, think he knows where your lips have been?

Now I’m gone, maybe you’ll be true.
Maybe not, after all you’re still you.

Something saved me, seeing again the one I adore.
I also see you clearly, simple Paramour.

Manufactured moments, not the hands of fate.
Left with the sickness of disdain and waste.

Thanks for the memories and the release. The farther from you I get the more I’m at peace.

Go back to your stables full fools you eagerly criticize.
I’ve grown tired of your mouth and all of your lies




Poetry by Eric Fronczak
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Written on 2021-02-07 at 15:03

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, well compost & expressed.
Ken D
2021-02-07


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Very well written!
2021-02-07