Saturday, June 14, 2008

A losing game

A plunge it took into eternal abyss
Now lies wounded, broken and bleeding.
Forewarned it was, a thousand times over
The war when lost has its soul reeling
In a pool of blood, drained of life

The heart,
it's stopped living.

Flashes of death, perpetual rest
In imagery comes aflooding
An incessant flow, relentless in know
That soon will come knocking.

What once was, you plead to remain
Fleeting the moment.

Amen.

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