Your eyes scrutinise wisely
My wayward wellings of woe
And question my customs of cruelty
In spearing with sadness my soul
And observing the open opulence
Of bedecking my being in black
Your pursed lips list lengthily
How my darkened dreams detract
From my pity cries of mercy
My feigned forward paths
And how can I say I suffer
If I revel in collapse
Elements ignite these half truths
And illuminate the dents
Of the curved sides and boxes
Of our empty sentiments.
P Davidson 14/03/09
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