Well, I Told You Once

do not blame me for this
i have already told you once

some things be better left buried
under the stones under the grass

the earth is wise, it knows what
and where and when and why

you insist somehow to know what
is underneath and here you are

drowning in tears asking for help
i am watching you carried by this

river of repercussions where the
flow of rage carries you and now

you know very well, i can only watch
i am stripped of any power to help

i am at loss with the use of words
now you must help yourself from

the mess that you have inflicted
upon yourself. Don't blame me for

i have warned you and you did not
listen. I told you once, take charge.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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