Sunday, August 1, 2010

Untouchable Pain

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a new sunday has come
an old sunday has gone
from one week to another
i slept on a dead
bed of thorns
soliloquizing silently
the soul of my song
my body is weak
my spirit not strong
in a hired dead body
my pathos my pain
my anguish belongs
fighting despair
as my demon
my story lifelong
like a pet dog
on a chain
slavishly
comes along
my stiffing stay
death loves
to prolong
a poem
within
a picture
reptilian
remorse
a tear
from my eye
my slithering
swan song
i maybe right
my luck
all wrong

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