Sunday, July 7, 2013

I Was Her Slave


in the beginning
my sleepless
nights my dreams
my hope i gave
poetry of life every
part of her being
i craved ..her
silence her muted
memories on the
notebook of my
thinking mind i
copied i saved
but one stormy
night ill fated
heavy rainfall
she left me
my kingdom like
a pack of cards
caved ..i went mad
i cut my wrist
i raved .. her
name my misfortune
on my soul engraved
to lost illusions
still enslaved

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