Since I've Been Here

by Richelle Gratton

At the last attempt at salvation
My heart has been strung up
Among the poised few.
Beneath the falling leaves of Autumn
Is where you'll find me.
With all the wounded,
Brokenhearted thieves.
This is where I shall stay.
Mercy does not live here
Only an old man whose soul is stale
Leaving a bad taste in my mouth.
Disgust has found me in this filth.
She showed me around
I met some friends
Then she stole my wallet
After buying me a drink.