The Cost

I’m a gust of wind

I  expend

Until something breaks

So I go within

And you don’t have time

For a fleeting friend

And I can’t bear

To be one you can’t depend

Upon my word

I utter false pretense

But I’m convinced

I have pure intent

I can’t afford the heart you lent

And you can’t endure the energy spent

And so I write this poem to vent

You ask, “at what cost?”

Not even a cent

 

© 2019 MABELLENA

2 thoughts on “The Cost

  1. I love you his one! I love all of them but this one hit home, as I interpreted it. You have such a delicate, musical way of expressing your thoughts. You are truly Gifted! Joanne

    Sent from my iPad

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