william sienes


The Sorrows Of License - Poem by william sienes

Sad is the heart that
eats the day it has seized.

Minutes are consumed,
moving and getting,
doing and wrenching,
feeling,
and not letting up.

And feeding upon nonchalance,
the heart grows
and insists to have more
of living,
of taking,
of leaving the soul to its own
lamentation.

The day is seized.
Then, night brings the heart
its deserved seizure.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 23, 2005

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 23, 2005


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