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Take Your Poison
by Joan Serratelli"Take your poison",
my mother said
as I ran out the door
"That boy will be
the death of you,
of this I'm very sure"
I didn't listen
though I knew
she was right
I didn't care
that he'd ruin
my very life
and leave me
begging for death
He took my heart
he took my soul
he took my spirit
he nearly took my life
But life plays
nasty tricks, I've learned
you cannot choose who you love
it's only fate that is given that right
That's what I have learned
The world has turned
and now I know
that my mother spoke the truth
and what has gone around
has come around
to smack me in the face
"Take your poison",
I said
as my daugher ran out the door
"That boy will be
the death of you,
of this I'm very sure"
"Listen to me
because I know
the fates have reared
their ugly heads
and now they're
after you"
She didn't listen
as her mother before her
she ran to him instead
she doesn't know
he'll ruin her life
after he's taken
all he can take
and leave her
begging for death
02/13/2009
Author's Note: This is a reprint of one of my favorite pieces. It was never really rated. Please read this and give it another chance!
Posted on 02/13/2009
Copyright © 2026 Joan Serratelli
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 02/13/09 at 05:54 PM Oh, lifes circle of knowledge that seems unable to be learnt until experience clutches us with reality. Your rhyme and meter is crystal ::: the poems message so heartwrenching. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/13/09 at 07:22 PM I remember this - it moved me then, it moves me now. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 02/18/09 at 04:03 AM I like the way the poem comes back around, just like the lessons in real life. Excellent! |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 05/27/10 at 09:09 PM Wow, Joan. We do seem to repeat the previous generation don't we? You capture it very well, but it sure is a depressing canvas. I wasn't allowed to have anything to do with my Mom... remember only two visits between 2nd grade and 16 when I ran away from home and got married. So... I get to place all my bad decisions square on my own shoulders. heh at the time it appeared I only had two options to choose between and both weren't good. At 16 my dad told me I was going to become a German Baptist Brethren... I ran away... |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 07/29/11 at 05:24 PM I love this very much, Joan. So awesomely done! |
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