Love Poem: Inevitable Justice
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Written by: Cona Adams

Inevitable Justice

(Your chickens always come home to roost.)

My soul cries out each time I see your face.
My hunger for your love does not abate.
Though I'm chagrined at how my pulses race
desire burns and sucker bites the bait.

You dangle me, a puppet on a chain,
in shame, I dance around you like a flame.
As turmoil reigns, my tears stream down like rain;
raw wounds cut deep while you enjoy the game.

But time will bring your chickens home to roost
and future pill will be a bitter brine.
Perhaps someday your heart will be seduced
as you succumb to Casanova's line.

For then will Lucifer raw fate assign,
and my atonement taste like peace divine?