a bad turn of cards
killing time
sitting here in my room
where nothing, is
more important than:
(turning over a red eight)
killing time
thinking of you
longing to be with you
silent; lonely
(the black nine stares back)
there is no killing time
this lonely, lonely time
is only killing me:
my mind demands to be;
left alone
(the game ends
the red eight is buried;
separated
from the black nine)
just as i am from you
redbloodink commented on a bad turn of cards
01-26-2010
teasasue commented on a bad turn of cards
08-23-2009
orangepony commented on a bad turn of cards
08-09-2009
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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