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grim repose

face peeling plaster

of misguidance

fitful now is this keeper of myth

some truths are kind

to keep themselves hidden

a eulogy sings my conviction

tears fall to no available goo

reality brutally severs a toe off

hope's tender foot

there are no more songs to fall back on

just thorns of obstinance

slicing up my heart within the silent thicket

the murder of a personality has taken place

yet no law can be called in

to serve up any justice for such a heinous act

I must maneuver again in chilly waters of

unwanted familiarity

that shark of contempt

swims around me in inevitable hunger

waiting

just waiting

to further devour

even more of my fragile dreams

the safety I felt I once had

slipped into the abyss of careless detachment

where once stood

a so beloved husband

now lurks a shadowy figure I am unable t recognize

unlikable and always blaming

yet never himself 'Ever To Blame'

oh, how I wish he had not disposed of my

beloved Satya

I'd give anything to have him back

and not this thing standing now before me.......

(written Dec. 10, 2002 715am)