Scared (Thanks Gatsby)
He waited for four years, newspaper clippings in handOnly ones that mentioned her name, even only as the Mrs...
Left with sound of her voice keeping him awake at night
His house across the lake
Her candle lit on the dock
He waited and waited, four years and then some
Until the moment he could see her face
Hold her waste
Listen to her mouth shaping words
She was the sun and the moon to him
His reason, his map
Is it any wonder she let him down?
He'd had the best of her already
In the heart of his dreams
The height of his thoughts
posted by Unknown @ 6:45 AM
1 Comments:
I really like this one... I think it has a lot to say... you work up to the end of the poem nicely and the climax is haunting... well done... well done indeed.
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