Rupert de Cesaris

Rupert de Cesaris

A Bitter Harvest


What gives? I ask myself inside

As from myself I try to hide

I run and run, but memories chide

Conspiring still, their time do bide


The endless clock has doubtless chimed;

Such evil intent, so exquisitely timed

And once again I yield to Lust

Betraying all whilst slaying Trust


Caught in a trap for all to see

A wounded child that isn’t me

An experiment gone so horribly wrong

The repercussions go on and on


I shield myself from the dreadful truth

That gnaws my soul like a rotten tooth

‘Tis a foolish quest, that is now known,

as I reap the harvest that bastard has sown


©Rupert de Cesaris 1999