mercredi, février 22, 2012

The joy of never having known you

Free and hopeful I was, once

Now stumbling,

Recounting I, who cannot seem to speak

Without questioning all.

You haunt me -- your evasive, unapologetic ghost a wraith

Leaves me faithless

Betrayed, betraying that which I once believed.

Too much, now, to exercise compassion

Seeing it reaped, torn open, and tossed to the wayside

It is not a place in which I want to spent more time.

And so you, my fantastic creature, my Caliban,

Dream lover for those who subsist only on fantasy

This corrosive gift

A casual


Only that desperate



That we had never crossed paths

And I had been still the gentle soul

I was before we met

Instead of this

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