You Look Like You Lost Yr Bestfriend of Something
what they all say
in passing
I'm withered, dry and dripping
with emotion
from this fasting
throwing weight around, I flail
along muddy ground
senses numb before
awakened from the storm
midnight passing into dew
to finally understand anew,
the daylight from the dark
my love snuffed out
before a spark
of incandescent sunlight
on my shoulders straight
the way we know that all in life
is realized by fate...
Copyright © Mark Riedel | Year Posted 2006
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