desire is a dubious mistress
and doubt a sadistic master
and I - I am an unwilling captive
shackled by regrets and rueful regressions
sullied by solitude
aching for acceptance
under the sinister tutelage
of guilt and shame
and looming lessons of
grave imperfection
my meager defenses make apt pupils
they rise through the ranks
become generals of grief
and admirals of apathy
until I am helplessly ostracized
from the healing hands of hope
by my own unwitting devices
demons of depravity
circle my bed
where once I lay dreaming
full of promise and peaceful
these demons devour me
one peck at a time
til this once lovely captive
turns carcass
26 November, 2007
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