Life's litter strewn
across the bedside table,
cornered by the photograph
ripped in two
haunted beauty
smiled
defaced.
Distant melodies
fed
my lobes as
the needle throbbed
blue veins empty
tears to be born
never came,
the moment crushed
cracked like a jigsaw
the final piece gone.
Thro' the eyes of my inner child
I saw fear
skit across the landscape
borrowed
bludgeoned
burnt
mirrored within my own self worth.
Innocence lost each night,
dreams cradled
blatantly sold
the promise of freedom
born from rage
soiled
and I can save my world,
the inevitable
consequence of delusion.
I am what I am,
a dead man waking
in time for the ultimate score.
© 2008 Michaela James.
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