Tuesday, May 21, 2013

So You Have Come .. I Was Waiting For You He Said


a cart
creaking wheels
serves as bed
as it moves
silently ahead
my past my present
my future is dead
no feelings in my
heart or head
i beg i earn
my daily bread

once hope
was my best friend
but after the accident
of fate she too fled

come photographer
shoot my picture
my bleeding eyes
the color red
i shot him
but i shot
myself
in the leg
instead

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