By Marshall Hann Submitted by Blessed23 Date: 2008 Sep 24 Comment on this Work [[2008.09.24.07.33.5767]] |
This inconceivable sadness buries what solace I once had and you are not here (transient, like my stare) and you weigh upon me like stars tethered to my mind and there is nothing I can do but grow older (age, perhaps, gracefully like spring, incandescently glowing without mercy, without remorse; confounding my cognizance) you are a virus that purifies my senses and mind, you have a procilivity to make me defenceless (you have a name but you should be nameless, you are the incubus that lies to my daydreams, carelessly shattering my mind and melancholy into irretrievable shards scattered helplessly in the cool crisp air of this fall night) |