in the vacant lot
stale and stagnant
a tiny tear falls
put away for safe keeping
she knows it is hers
lying still till sadness calls
her luring voice
sensitive and sweet
invites herself to the vacant lot
familiar, heavy, unwelcomed but strong
forces peace to leave and sits snug in her spot.
she imitates goodness
and fools me to believe
her binding lies of reason
a striking manner to deceive.
who is this thief who has stolen my hope
the voice singing of sorrow and despair
you will find her dwelling deep in my lot
-but I didn't invite her there-
you are not welcome and you will not stay
I'll know next time you call.
piss off 'sadness',
I won't prepare a bed for you
I'll just let the tears fall.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
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