Food of a Rich Man's Soul

He wants me gone 

He wants me dead

Annihilated from existence

I shouldn't be allowed

To leave my home

Or drive down the street

To have my breakfast.

He can parade 

Wherever he wants

Hand in hand with

His former torment

What makes a man

Turn this evil,

Forsake who he professed to be,

What he professed to want,

Who he professed to love?

Is it a deeper hurt

Than loneliness - living without a soul?

Deeper than losing

The light of your life

And who you thought you were?

Than not believing in anything

And knowing you were a fool?

I hope it helps all the others

Who damaged him long ago

For me to take all the anger

To him they did bestow

He can go through with his day

Bear the humiliations there

All the lies and pretending

Imprisoned in his empty lair.

Lack of desire!

And of lust!

Caresses for the flesh!

Challenges for the mind!

Words for the heart!

A hand to lend a comfort!

Encouragement to grow!

A desire to play!

Songs for inspiration!

Wit and fun!

And laughing every day!

The food of a rich man's soul!
 

But he will starve

Mind and marrow

And the resentment

He will save

To wish me pain and suffering

And quickly to the grave

For telling the truth

And claiming the life

We both vowed to live

While he left me nothing

Except grief and loss

And a desire for the same.