07/09/2009

The Wake.

Washed upon isolation’s ride,
smile crippled by fate’s
entourage, wistful clouds
pass the mind’s eye
watering stale ale

Sorrows drowned, appetites
consumed as melodies
crack the silence, beat
the heart into submission,
deceive the snapshot

Sixty-nine years
thrown by the wayside.

© 2009 Michaela James.
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