Sarah Hardin Poems
|1.||As She Lay Dying||12/30/2011|
|5.||The Dread Of A Dead Goodbye||12/29/2011|
|6.||I Read Eliot And Thought Of You||12/30/2011|
|8.||The Ramblings Of A Mad Women||12/29/2011|
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The Ramblings Of A Mad Women
Am I affectionate enough,
when the words escape my mouth?
It is all I can do to trade love for cruelity.
Like a nun polishing candles
in a burnt out church,
We weave lies where truth should be,
Our tragic nature a grievance
A disturbance of peace..
The dying words lost as softly spoken
words never reach the ears they were meant for.
The nun polishes for lack of anything better to do.