Sunday, March 29, 2009

"Excercise in Futility"

Nothing to show from the day before
Or the night before as well
A few laughs with fair weather friends
The occasional clientele
Sunlight shines upon the dresser
Upon worthless bills
Empty bottles sitting nearby staring
At my empty heart that fills
With silent tears that no one sees
Laughing to keep from crying
No shoulder to lean on
Or to declare my love undying
What silent days I ponder
Into what has grown
Monotony upon my doorstep
From seeds that have been sown
Spangled glitter of brevity
Once my heart was true
As a newborn drake who glides
Across the lake anew

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