no one can see
i can only play the part
meant for me
in the script
the part
of the dark kiss
the day seems to shake
like an earthquake
as i watch the filmstrip
of memory
i begin to see
death has underestimated me
i wait for a knock
on the door
things aren't so bad
in the grand scheme
the poetry not so mean
pleasure
is a dark place
if you cannot see
beyond passion
sorrow lies in wait
like a path
in the deep woods
there is no
turning back
from the master morality
all is not lost
do not be overcome
do not run
you have begun to sink
the writing on
the pages
out of ink
like the fading
of a promiscuous friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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