THESE FRAILS
I wish I could leave these frails behind.
They live on in my memory and in my mind.
The secrets I keep are mine, all mine.
Between heaven and hell is a fine, fine line.
The borders are crossed, there's no way back.
The sins I've lived, I can't keep track.
My face turned black, a ghostly greed.
Just lay back and bleed and bleed!
All these ghosts from the roaring past.
None of them are meant to last.
But they don't die, they wear your soul,
until you get old, and rest in the soil.
Precious times are rare, unique.
Intimate spaces and fragments of weak.
The luring secrets fill my mind.
I wish I could leave these frails behind.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2007-12-09 at 14:18
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