I gently welcome you into this private yet painful
paradise
a place where I, myself have been not merely once
but more than thrice
who said happiness always follows the throwing of the
rice
perhaps before now I would have been better off had I
listened to my own worried advise
such fond memories of this priceless place whisper softly
into my now so injured soul
what they offer my desperate ears is more than empty words
but substance for the filling in of the hole
so much has come to me in the aftermath of this so
shattering despair
note that off into this space of foul smelling
ignorance I no longer choose to stare
instead I've decided to give all my dirtied emotions
one final wash before I let them take another
extended sleep
and later deep into the far reaches of
'The Blanketed Night'
the rest of my careless self indulgence under the
carpet of shame
I'll attempt to surreptitiously sweep..........
( written May 3,1992 am)