Tortured
I checked through my emailone-hundred and seventy-four messages
nothing from you
only the spammers love me
cest la vie
Amused to find that a straight counterpart
gets my written words
try not to read too much into this
she glimpsed a fraction of a troubled soul
missed the other 99 %
Autumn leaves torn from the trees
cascading to the ground
in lazy, spiralling patterns
defecating dogs litter the biking paths
spent prophylactics discarded,
died a happy death
Hands in the pockets
scarf wrapped around a neck,
so casually
not another casualty
of what society
decreed them to be
Known, yet so alone
must be the ' f- off' attitude
a silent statement projected so bold
an anguished cry, mute on the inside
never date a tortured soul,
along only for the ride
mathiasthom
written 8/24/09
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