Bedeviled as ‘belled cats’ to suffer curses of pain and toils,
Still we hazarded consequences as if on the cuff. You and I,
Born within the infinite wake of Man’s original coils
Did wither, welter and wane whilst our love turned awry.
Punching far above our weight, we attained laudable titles,
Honors and status. To sustain the loft we grasp the nettle—
Albeit, pricked, pained and poisoned to the quick of our vitals.
Chagrined to have laden our love with debts penniless to settle.
Desperate to score we battened our resolve lest we turn the tide,
Else bound to be destitute castaways marooned on the Altar
Of Mammon. Into the abyss our fall follows our mortal pride,
Nigh bankrupting our dreams as would a reckless defaulter.
Ere the ground breaks us we shall prosper anew,
Withal we will break grounds à la love redux.
– David Grzan