Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Held Within The Circle of Doom



once long ago
a few summers back
we shared the same
heart the same mind
the same love
the same room
she left me
after having
encircled me first
fruit of the loom
she swept
away my
feelings
for her with
a heartless
broom
there is a
new tenant
who will soon
be her bridegroom
best wishes
million joys
as i lie supine
in my tomb
buried six
feet under
a dead poet
i presume
one day to
know the
secret
of pain
his bones
his withered flesh
insect maggot eaten
time will exhume
tears on the
soul of a coffin
held within
the circle of doom

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