A Lament

A Lament


With eyes that once
Held the spark of suns
And lips that spilled
Gems from unspoilt gums
I watched in proud fascination
Your growth
Your passion…

O wayward child, 
O wilful babe!
Weaned from milk -
now venom you crave.

I must say that
And it is true
Your change it did 
Stem from me too
And thusly I present of myself 
My back
For lashing

O wayward child
O wilful babe
weaned from milk
now venom you crave

I sit and watch,
I stand and gape;
And worried, I,
Myself did hate
Until I did with clarity
See you
And not me 

O wayward child
O wilful babe
you chose your ilk…
You, I cannot save