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I think it#s about the request for divine solution being met my the hard wall of reality.


Submitted:Jan 8, 2009    Reads: 86    Comments: 3    Likes: 4   


With filled pipet

and accurate eye

The dark spectre of woe

selects another

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Her eyes fell skyward

seeking the divine

He squeezed drops of despair

into her needy soul

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The salty poison

stressed her already tired heart

Her hope became

drowned in disillusion

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The burden of pain too great

the expectation of relief gone

She swallows a handful of pills

to dissolve his injection of grief

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As warm hands descend

and offer her refuge above

Only her forlorn shadow

retains his deposit of spite

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With filled pippet

and accurate eye

The dark spectre of woe

selects another





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