PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

its amazing

really

what one can see

when you close your eyes

tendrils of misfortune dance

blatantly revised

average becomes so remarkable

in the hindsight of one's formal

dismal cries

such experience takes precedence

over lust's spirited price

respect reigns supreme

as tears dry to stain

glasses twice now removed

where could my deflated heart be

if not with you

forgotten and swollen on the beach of

life

timid in my wasted woo

your hand no longer in mine

your heart never was there

now it would seem

misplaced yet again

tears drip unchecked

upon my fast shrinking dream

now

all but a sad memory

of a thought to be you

pathetic remorse

carries me through

as logic sets to work

building back up for me

yet again

a new wall of defense

for myself in future

to peak out from behind...........

(Dec. 1, 1999)