Saturday, June 29, 2013

POEM: Reversal

And now your life pulses


After the ebbing that was yours,

That sorrowful ghost,

That bag of dry twigs,

That was hope as kindling,

It is now just an empty glass.

The promise of love,

Of a smile, had never left you.

It was only covered up,

Hands clamped over its mouth

Waiting for the moon

To change everything

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