Waste Poem by Holly Jamestone
Waste
He lived a vainglorious existence
With ice in his heart
Globbed tar in his veins
Spite in his voice
Impatience in his eyes
Moods flinging onto the pavement
He died holding a large bag of rocks
With ice in his veins
Globbed tar in his unbeating heart
A voiceless, broken spirit
A permanent scowl
All enclosed in a sad, wasted web
(1-1-2012)
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