Undone

Finally, you have the thing you always sought

It completes you and compliments you.

And lifts you as high as you can dream.

And in doing so it has incurred your dreadful wrath.

For doing for you, it does what you cannot

And in that is envy and you are undone

Heaped upon its head, neglect enough for two

And yet it lives on and is more

A hand, once tender as rose petals

Now wrings and twists and grinds

Frantic to obliterate the affront to false ego.

In defiance to you it resists the intended oblivion

Stabbed through the heart, it is mortally wounded

Yet it refuses to die

Still being what you need

Providing what is void in you

All the while sowing your vengeful ire

Doting on your whim and need

Defying logic and science and faith

It grows upon what it gives away

It frustrates you and angers you but it will not die

Curse and spit and it does not shy away.

Finally you stand upon its beating chest

Each breath labored more and more

Under the weight of your entire life

Shallower and shallower until it breathes no more

Life and wrath gone in the absence of a single heartbeat

Void of any further value it is what you cannot live without

Like a thing of mange, beat and ragged and lifeless

You cradle and nurture and beg

For that which it already gave too freely

Blaming it for being only what it was

And like that of a madman

In your denying you expect the undoing to be undone

Your belief should bend time and space and reason

And give you what you couldn’t stand

And what you cannot stand to be without