Friday, November 13, 2009

regret

purple night
wandering amid
the amber light
sitting in the dead
man's chair
soft silky hair
abiding in a life
of wicked strife
terrified
running hiding
someone will see
a perverse stillness
wafting over me.
treasures of light
lost to the night
memories fleeting
despair now greeting
a hapless waif
gingerly seeking
the loving hands
that give no more
strictly speaking
loves dead whore




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