disguised




there is a change
a converstaion
telling of emptiness

a leap into abyss
whiteness a colour
sharpened pencils
talking harsh

steps held back
sorrow paints pieces
in the crack

purple insertion
saxophones talking
still you haunting
talking through years

friend and lover
disguised
moving on

perhaps
we will see
I guess

hurt my confession



Poetry by kath
Read 508 times
Written on 2007-05-20 at 09:28

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text


John Ashleigh
So much angst and emotion, it almost hit me in the face. Well done once again kath.
2007-05-20