A dark love poem.


Imprisoned


I find you in dreams
if I find you at all.

Daylight doesn't suit you,
but night reveals.

I feel a hand on my shoulder
you breathing beside me.
But if I turn to look
you disappear.

Only in my heart
that walled chamber
have you been captured,
chained, detained.
Love's captive, forever
more.

But, like
the high executioner
who has hanged many
finds the noose around
his throat.
So the jailor too,
finds herself locked inside,
unable to leave.

Escape impossible.



September 2, 2009
© Anne Westlund




Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2009-09-03 at 07:23

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