Until we are answered
in a corner of my mind
I look away
wishing we could change
but I know this stain can't fade away
'least not today
poets' pen and ink
and dust to dust
they won't mean anything, anthing
when we are gone
lamenting in song and dance
wearing ashes
on our heads and sackcloth
quite fitting for a hell-bound and ungodly world
but let's all save our dirge
until we're answered
posted by Deirdre on 7:30 PM
a piece of mine falling
who am I anymore
and what have I got to prove
when all the proof is in you
pretending
let's forget humility
can't leave home without it
but I do it anyway
what do we try to prove
when all the proof remains nude
though we dress our thoughts to court
with skin and ways of lewd
embracings
I'm finally free
but where do I get off enslaving me
see how I stroll death row
looking old, not fitting the mould
I'm alive, yet a living corpse
treating your faithfulness like a whore
and thinking your kindness is my last meal
though you promise to let me live
I am blind and unaware of the paradigm
searching for a piece of mind
a piece of mine
in pieces, I
am falling
a piece of mine
falling
posted by Deirdre on 6:59 PM
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