MySpace Blues

By Stone Bryson

Relationship in limbo so I was marking time,

one night feeling reckless… so I met a girl on-line.

She fired up discussion and I liked her written word -

I told myself a little friendship could not hurt.

She seemed to be a person, who had a kindred soul,

a little on the brink, but very decent as a whole.

Had no way knowing what she had beneath her hat -

that she was crazier than a shithouse rat.

We both shared all our problems, insecurities and fears,

then at one point in the e-mails the focus shifted gears.

She started pushing boundaries as her desperation rose,

Not sure how it all happened - I had to find a close.

I tried to back away from her - she would not let me go,

while dancing with her demons caused my concern to grow.

The truth of my true feelings reared its ugly honest head -

she sent a nasty e-mail wishing I was dead.

Then she flooded me with phone-calls and harassment far and wide,

I mentally dismissed her rants and took it all in stride.

Three blessed days of silence, thought her obsession finally floored,

when on that Friday night she showed-up at my door.

I barely heard the gunshot as the pain spread through my chest,

the crimson of my essence flowed as strong as my regret.

The cops and paramedics did their thing when they arrived,

but I knew damned good and well I was about to die.

The mobile docs worked on me as I planned my final word,

I spoke to them with passion though I don’t know if they heard,

Saying “if you’re feeling reckless… and are just marking time…

stay away from MySpace… and do not… get on-line.”

Copyright © 2008 Stone Bryson.  All Rights Reserved.

Written January 2008

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