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A MOAN

 


You remain the last remnant 

of my forsaken dreams

I see them strangled 

within the echo of my screams

Your thoughts left in the pot 

of my parched hopes,

Gropes in dark for the arrows 

lost in arched strings 

Colours that sparked a spark 

to lit my flaring flame

Blame and shame you 

with a shade of dark and grey 

You say you remain my straw 

in the stormy waters

But the whorl offers sucking swirl 

to drown me down

The random drops of blood 

like pearl on the sand 

Dry up like my enduring tears 

on stony stoic face

I leave you were you left me 

in the stormy desert

Where I revert to specks of dust 

under the sand dunes

Lying buried to watch you 

beating your chest alone

For what you have sown 

to what you moan!



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