I Cannot Doubt
I know I dream, my angel --
I know how deep it!
Ghost aren’t welcome --
The worms are dead
Because I see only you
Nearby the October's Sun.
Night like disdain eyes
None of you --
I know -- because I belong to it --
Just as it's bleeding me -- away --
Where, my angel, if I turn --
Where can I find you --
Uninterrupted body
As an inducted rose --
Wet -- despair -- before me
I die many times
To hold your bloody hand.
Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2012
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