Too Trite a Token
The Black Knight
Nibs scratch on the page
Shreds populate the lines
Fibers tear ‘neath my rage
As my eyes tear with brine
Your pain is my agony
Your healing my only hope
Words echo empty
As I struggle to cope
Flowers are too trite a token
Chocolate not sweet to taste
My release lies unspoken
As the days go to waste
There is nothing I can do
No gift that I can bring
Nothing to comfort you
Without worsening the sting
Shreds populate the lines
Fibers tear ‘neath my rage
As my eyes tear with brine
Your pain is my agony
Your healing my only hope
Words echo empty
As I struggle to cope
Flowers are too trite a token
Chocolate not sweet to taste
My release lies unspoken
As the days go to waste
There is nothing I can do
No gift that I can bring
Nothing to comfort you
Without worsening the sting