my wings lost the flight, and
my sadness crumbled within the memoirs
like tears of a moistened heart
that pants in the mist of vague truths
soaking the shroud, but
never to ease the pain; and
my memoirs, it kept hidden
inside a closet of few scented poems
when this clown returns home
with few coloured lollipops for his dead poems
bought with bloodstained dimes
their lyrical farewell welcomes
ready with garlands and jeers
of a battle lost to the self
ready to bury a petrified corpse
with my broken wings
and my eyes weep without any reason
***12/25/2009***
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