Horrible
Is it not horrible
to feel silenced?
losing voice to a majority choice,
burning witches at the stake again
Maybe misleading men, with pointed looks
and left hooks,
drinking to the edge of despair
tied to the fence again...
She sees him crying,
smother sadness, arms wrapped all around
such artificial gladness,
pulling stray hairs from his mouth, again
Don't want him here
though it's sure convenient
when they wish to leave,
another summer alone, naturally
Need to recharge, rethink
otherwise life will forever stink
all these tarot readings,
just showing self sabotage...
mathiasthom
written 7/28/09
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