10/07/2009

Long Dead.

Long Dead.

Estranged obsessions collect
Possessions diluted with every breath,
Time eludes insanity
Begging relief,
Wretched nuances accept the end
For what she says
Is God, good yet long dead.

© 2009 Michaela James.
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