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LISTENING FEVEROUSLY
Listening feverously
the wind
slapping the shutters
in mock
Rasta rhythm
The dancing raindrops
plop against
the roof; the wall
echoing
the cavernous cries
of Paleolithic man (woman)
Tear stains my face
as my weak heart
succumbs
to sadness
The muses all fly above
taunting me
with images
of your face;
your eyes; your smile
In melancholic fervor
I assassinate
the dreary vison
of failure
and lost love
The winged dove, again
did me
no justice
but to just
let you slip
away from me
but to blame the fates
is unworthy
as it is
(always is)
my own shortcomings
And restless heart
clings to memories
Memory tries
to erase
the false and decadent
ways of the past
Struggling with loneliness
the rain and wind
patter against
my naked eye
that remain blind
All glorious past
is just a lie
I fabricate
to build up
my own self image
and the lies and untruths
resound over
distant thunder
and desperate skies
of listless gloom
to the image I cling
fearful of losing
even that
as the cool rain
fails and soaks
into the ground
Nevermore, the songs
so beautiful;
all pretense and gloss
no longer can
I sustain myself
on this alone
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