I ignore it because I have to

for if I don’t the end

might truly come quicker

and I’m not yet prepared to meet my maker and look

Her in the eye and have the smile of contempt and withering

look of told you come my way.

 

I’m not prepared to meet Her because you don’t deserve

the honour of being the one to finish me off,

too make this pain in my chest, which I refuse

to believe is anything but my heart shouting abuse

and not the ticking of a clock,  more acute and fatal,

you will not see me suffer as you close

on in

for the kill, the relentless misery you heap upon me

as you sit in darkess, not getting laid but also

not having the wit to understand why no one will touch you

nor to ever believe it doesn’t matter.

 

Who would touch a shark that attacks a locked cage?

 

Why would you want to be in the sea

swimming alongside something that wants to take a

bite

out of you, wants to rip you to shreds and for you

to thank them for the trouble, you may as well strip naked

and cover yourself in batter to make them salivate

as if this will be the best meal they will ever devour.

I ignore because I have to, I’m scared to death of Sharks

as I am of having my worn out battery dissolve and

leak acid into my system,

I will not let you take me down.

The Shark that won’t let go because they have no idea

just how much you despise them.

 

Ian D. Hall 2015