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Bought and sold

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Bought and sold

                  Bought and sold

Come listen, come listen to this winds final gasp                                               
As a woman scurries from sight,                                                        
While the tempered glow of a dying flame                                        
Shows the mass of nothing in her cold, dark face                              

Streetlights brighten the silent shadows                                             
Held quiet as dusk approaches,
But hear the sounds of far off voices                                                
Greeting the moons arrival                                                                

For she bares the sin of classic doubt
Of those unnamed in her quiet house,                                                   
And waters wash away the aimless souls
When the lies for tomorrow are bought and sold                            

Into the hour this darkness falls                                                        
In a hush of the cool of the night;
And like thoughts foretold shes holds a dream
Lost in a memory past
 
It dwells not in an instant of time nor place,
Nor deep in her life's encounter,
Nor where a midnight so soundless waits
For a tomorrow that never comes

Leave her to think of lost respect,
When emotion vanishes from thought;
But forever is kept this moment of doubt
With those who are bought and sold

Hold faith forever between hope and desire
Until her dreams subside
Until she trembles to the touch of a hand
And is haunted by those things within

Listen as it ticks upon the wall, a clock
A clock of age and design,
While on busy streets to hidden alleys
She waits for day's arrival

For gone is t he sound of winds final gasp,
Here in the cool morning breeze,
When fate decrees its dark design
To the lies that are bought and sold.

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  1. Date: 3/20/2012 7:15:00 AM
    Thank you for adding your spices to the soup today Mark. I am enjoying reading all the appetizing poetry posted here today. Have a wonderful week. May inspiration hit the tip of your pen and never let go. Love, Carol