#11

redmosquito10redmosquito10 Posts: 568
edited November 2010 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
apologies
apologize
for all the times
i refused to cry

i gripped your shoulder
the words didnt come
but i poured it
through the linked joints
and i like to think
it helped
but the notion
of bone grinding on bone
cartilage worn to nothing
from repetitive motion
seems, somehow,
less than comforting

we built our world
on a tragedy
and my tragic flaw
is the refusal to believe
there isnt one.
i cant imagine
the foundation could be solid
when its built on the pain
i spend every day
trying to erode away
"Ah, life is a gate, a way, a path to Paradise anyway, why not live for fun and joy and love or some sort of girl by a fireside, why not go to your desire and LAUGH..."
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