Idiot Savant
I lay in my bed staring out the window
swaddled in blankets, smothered in pain from the sciatic nerve in my leg.
I saw you shuffle past by, unsuspecting in a black robe and slippers in the rain.
You idiot savant. What do you want from this life that has led you astray?
I know what you did, though you think that you got away.
What kind of brain floats in that head under your hair of dissarray.
A picture perfect memory has been etched into my mind of you on that cold, wet, winter day.
swaddled in blankets, smothered in pain from the sciatic nerve in my leg.
I saw you shuffle past by, unsuspecting in a black robe and slippers in the rain.
You idiot savant. What do you want from this life that has led you astray?
I know what you did, though you think that you got away.
What kind of brain floats in that head under your hair of dissarray.
A picture perfect memory has been etched into my mind of you on that cold, wet, winter day.