Libretto

• Josh Badge, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2010

Words are as puppets, merely playthings on strings,
Much like a heart and the fatal thorn that stings,
Your presence is addictive and ample in passion,
I dare to dare in a most hazardous fashion.

Musing paltry words that will never reach you,
Desirous for my wishes to finally come true,
A course taken for an action unduly mundane,
Come what may it is too charming to refrain.

Guilt always saturates the sense of regret,
It seems invariably impossible to ever forget,
A simple character too naïve to realise,
The fine layer that serves as a dreadful disguise.

Lament following lament, torment and anguish,
My fervour gone and my being to languish,
Attitude tips to perspective and in turn opinion,
A surreal judge come to grant some dominion.

These situations only ever conclude in remorse,
Contact exchanged for some petty discourse,
A blank twisting tale of two plus one more,
Prostration for an act that razed my core.