Tuesday, May 4, 2010

The Kiss of Despair

whats his pain
you will never know
through my poetry of life
his sorrow flows
is he weeping
for a mother
who is no more
his pain
with hope
i could
not restore
life is rising falling
getting up
than hitting the floor
experience
the best mentor
life a open book
no one reads anymore
funereal silence in every
book store
online all indoor
chatting on facebook
into her boudoir
a green light
that comes on
you cannot ignore
if you have not been
on this trip you
wont get the score

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