Sunday, December 11, 2011

The torment of waiting (for the poem to end)


intransient cupid
of silver glossed wing
haunting and vapid
making caged birds sing
forlorn and destitute
skewered by arrows none
emotional prostitute
purchased by air and fun
hopeless hopeful
still seeking gold
now and forever, the fool
of stories yet told
and yet shining amid the dross
dreams of abandonment and loss

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