The Powerless And Hopeless

Today I used the money you gave me as a coaster,

Spilling black coffee over our history

As you pretend to toast her

While adding drugs to her champagne.

I can’t help but wonder –

Do you really not feel any of the pain?

We give you gilded towers

But only our wounds feel like true gains.

She cheers to you and loses the power,

Hands tied, no more going against the grain.

The chanting grows louder,

And by the witching hour

You drown her last hope down your hungry drain.

-JW