Tuesday, August 17, 2010

soliloquies in solitude

we cross the t's and dot the i's

but in seductive darkness we realize

there's something unsaid, something unforgiven

something dead amidst what we now live in

taking it's toll while bringing out the worst

soliloquies in solitude to which we are cursed

embracing the anthem of a foreign march to the tide

stumbled down into frigid waters as in you I died

a burden too heavy and a weight too strong

nightmares made political by such a meaningless song

fallen to the truest catalyst for a martyr's blame

empowered through poverty stripping me to no shame

gone, oh long gone yesterday, the twilight of an ember

the pacesetter for a tomorrow is what I try to remember

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