Wednesday, December 28, 2011


My heart stands upon the gallows
On the eve of your decision
The dawn is bleak
Hues of golden blood soak the skyline
My throat closes, I cannot speak
The noose tightens slowly
Your stance is defiant, never meek
Unashamed cowardice glimmers in your eye
There is no solace there
I struggle in vain to meet your gaze
You remain unwilling to do the same
I take my cue
Willingly, I jump
Love abides but for the few.

1 comment:

  1. The things that break our hearts, are the very things that are most beautiful in life. That is why we lament their loss or their irreparable demise. It is worth the pain because the emotive catacylsm is what makes us human. It is this ephiphany, this one glimpse above the hell of plasticity that makes all the difference.