Abandoned

Coward of the Town

If you're looking for peace,
then I'm not one for you to talk;
This poem is a tiny piece
of me, the Coward of the Town
wants you to know:

I hope you sleep well
from the hell that you gave,
hope your new set of friends
won't abandon you this time,
hope time has cured your blindness
from his palette of crimson red–
self-proclaimed 'aged with experience'
who only make friends
for the sake of convenience.

I hope you were in jail
from all the crimes you commit
and none of your bullshit
can atone you from sin.
I trusted you once; you betrayed me thrice–
how kind of me to offer you an arm to bite?

I'll remember you as the friend I once had
and the type to avoid, one I shouldn't trust.
You may have the time to dishonor my name,
but I won't hear it as I leave this place.
Hope you'll write a novel of how petty of me–
sure the best of your friends
will believe what you sell.

But in plain sight,
you burned me to a hundredth degree
and you know it well
but you're too afraid–
hope time heals, but I'm not around,
good riddance to you, the Coward of the Town.