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A Muted Shattering


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more crap by a consummate crap-artist...

 

the poem of a broken man

more honestly i cannot speak

my words in lust tip not my hand

but those when i am drained and weak

 

i saw a girl like none i knew

the missing portion of my soul

too good a vision to be true

but for a moment i was whole

 

though briefly dreams had brought me flight

her love this wretch could not afford

and when she spied a greater light

my presense soon was untoward

 

it pained me so to turn away

but loss had brought me crashing down

for she had nothing more to say

and silence... what an awful sound

 

what lies ahead is yet unknown

but i think back without regret

this broken, blinded bird had flown

just once before the sun would set

 

adieu, my lovely; all godspeed

though gone, you do not walk alone

i pray you capture what you need

the place your heart can call its home

 

© 2006 slightlybenterprises

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