Tuesday, June 28, 2011


Abandoned, left out in the starless night,
Piercing and lonesome.
Carless winds whisper in the shadows, obscure.

You conceal your dingy hands from everyone,
Because you're pure and sane.
What sunlight can beam over the hazy night you hide in?

I want to be cleansed from the fiends in the shadows,
The water's masking over me,
I've washed to the shore.

You're living the dream that I can never grasp,
Vivid and soil-rich.
The devil keeps haunting the beaming sky, from me.


Christine Benson said...

I can tell that you enjoyed the Shakespeare study this past year. There is some of his flavor evident in your style. I like it. Very mature and elegant. Makes me think.

Anonymous said...

Damn Girl. Didn't know you had it in you, I'm liking your style.