Last Stand
the only light from a crescent moon
darkness covers what used to be
what I once wanted slips away
a truer heart has now found me
silence grows like a young tree
roots far north in desert sand
what I had has shriveled and died
as you make your one last stand
comparison was what you sought
curiosity made you look
lustfully you took a chance
then closed the chapter on that book
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2011
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