An Indictment
I said yes
But you have not returned
From your far away summer
While here the winter cringes
For this bed has no shadow
That tells a memory
Of love unmelting in its sheet
But I night and day
Wander throught the sleet
Of falsehood
As though some madeness must explain
Your authorship of pain.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2012
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