Dec 26, 2011

Fading Vessels

Although, I heard a silvertongued sing
over my shoulder, plucking the strings
yet , this reflux wormed between

our luster is fading like tulip smell
further it goes, syringing each cell
the calm of sweet dreams has failed

the walls have gone berserk
discarding shards of murk
onto decaying floors, where history lurks

the rooms stripped, doused in alcohol
we tempt our wound with spiteful brawls
as scowling ghost drift outside indignant halls

like dwindling stealth of health
it has only drained the wealth
saddened, I locked these ails
upon aches gloomy shelf

my pulse sulks from each stress
I ponder if we done our best
nevertheless, it must be laid to rest

 jhp©2010-2011



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