Discontent
Do you know sometimes I do not sleep
And neither do I weep
But from an ambiguous place peep
At things we love but cannot keep.
You were my shooting star
On you all my wishes like a fountained dime
Spun, and shun, and shimmered and charred
Away. You treated love like a crime.
Why were you so afraid? You wrung
My innocense like a neck until I screamed
For breath. A star fallen among
The garbage of the city street, beamed
Still through the windows of memory.
Night is a time when cities have no mercy;
Night is the time when I want again
To run with you cursing at the rain.
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