Untitled
Crossroads
dissect my life.
My thoughts
implode...
wrong
or right?
A tear,
above,
falls here
for love.
Mine eyes
bleed bitter blood.
A dream/
a hope
await
their burial.
Painting portraits
of me
perching
headlong
on my grave's edge.
Copyright © Joshua Outwater | Year Posted 2007
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