I will no more of you
Weather in or out
I am no longer about
I was drawn
As an earthly pawn
No longer
Adieu
I will no more of you
Thy costly wares
Did catch me in such stares
Such fits of rage
Oh that my mind
Could fit such a cage
This feeling is strong
Yet I cannot think on it long
It has too often cast its spell
It knows me too well
And I am undone
I know none
Can bridle
Such passion
Tis not the fashion
Ah, here is the game
Tis often played
And often lost
Its outcome has so great
A cost
The stakes far too high
Yet, purposes do lie
They do act as ally
Yet spoil with deceit
They never miss a beat
Perchance in time
One can be cast
From this crime
Yet penitence may be prolonged
If many the rights be wronged
Can the criminal be uncrimed
And the plot unwind
Oh if it were so
My heart would so swiftly go
But I fear such virtue
Would not show
To waste ones time
In the hope
Of that which they
Cannot know
So take me not within
Let me not again
Begin this discourse
I will divorce
From this deed
And with all speed
I will heed
To that discipline
Which could have saved me
From engaging in
Yet if by chance there be
A remedy
Do submit it me
I should so long
To be free
Of this wrong
That hath
A hold on me
Yea depart
Vile longing of the heart
And make thee smart
Thy exit in part
I will no more thy
Art behold
Tis too costly and cold
It hath stripped my youth
And made it old
No longer bitter shall I be
I will flee thy wits and rage
And cast off to another age
Where I might still find peace
And some release
When wrongs are made right
And all is pleasing in that sight
There shall I rest both day and night
-Joshua Lee Foist
Monday, February 16, 2009
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