In the Darkness.
(I had a friend.)
_______________
its funny how
angels walk on
eggshells in my
footsteps wake;
looking for another
soul to steal...
some heart to mend.
(or mind to break).
In the darkness
i had a friend,
whom i betrayed
for a goddess who
makes rainbows
of the moon.,..
He spoke often of
Loves Grim End.
(and assured
it would be coming
soon.)
Yet as I sit here
lost and lonely,
feeling like the
one and only;
i think fondly of her
restless smile, ..
(which seems to
own me)
that sad, uncertain
glimmer full
of doubt and self
denial!...
and nothing
matters but the
now.!!
(which will surely
feel like eternity
in a while.)
J.S.H.
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