Uninvited Poem by David Blake

The words lost in the silance, the future and
you lying in silance lost in another of your
many modes. The sin stained lips that would
never lie, yet speaking words that are untrue,
you try in vain to expalin why you were untrue.
Lonely and shamed I beat on the door, trying to
imagin a world without you. Hiding behind what
I call love I imagin that tomorrw wil be a better
day, and perhaps you will chose to stay.