Monday, January 1, 2018

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sedated you squander
passion for fear
while all the time
waiting for someone
to come
and save you

here you are numbed
and nailed
to this cross
of your own making
abandoned by a longing
long since forgotten

here you are…

pretending to pull petals
from roses
with no love
in sight


© Harry Rout 2018