Wednesday, January 18, 2012

rhyming poem #2

so helplessly crossed in juxtaposition
want to acquire
afraid of acquisition.

sitting with head in hands I wonder
how can it be mended
what which I've torn asunder?

rhyming words to give rhythm to nonsense
no sense at all
to take down my defenses.

demons long dead laugh in their crypts
echoed through my tongue
become poisoned quips. 

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