Monthly Archives: December 2012

Bullet Paced and Teary Faced

There she sits

in an empty lounge

of the dark ward

thick tears

hitting the ground

bullet paced


muffled sniffles

she keeps her hope hidden


so that sanity

appears to be in tact


oh serenity

where have you been

she questions fate

it’s been a while


calamity has been her only peer

illness was her weakness

she could never let go

from those thoughts of desire


and so she whispers

in her broken french

je t’aime mon amant presque

all is quiet

but nothing forgotten



Posted by on December 11, 2012 in Uncategorized


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