Puddle

Member since 2002 · Posted 18 Aug 2002 · 1 comment

If I had the nerve To do the deed; Long ago I'd have spilled the blood, As a lonely man his seed. Filled with hate And unrelenting loneliness; Oh, how I've longed To be released from this. My jury, they say It is the ultimate sin. But much stronger are the forces That I feel deep within. Without the courage To accomplish my feat, Tears are the only puddle Lying at my feet.

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[n/a] <~> 18-Aug-02/8:56 AM Reply

i sense a theme running through your poem, dear. it's not just the lonely man who stains the sheets alone. go someplace else. stop wearing black. bathe in the ocean on a moonlit night. but not in florida, or the sharks will get you, and we'll be deprived of your future oeuvre.