thethreadoflife…efilfodaerhteht

no more empty words

melancholy probes

like a brow beaten prostitute

taking off her robe

:

no more weak inspiration

or dark education

!

amusements drop lame

diversions from pain

memories burst into flames

tears douse the anguish on their way

to a deep and endless ocean

deeper then the grave

parched lips open

like a troubled sea in faith

waiting for the weather-beaten prophet

who met god face to face

but all the restless refugees in me

have little or nothing to say

just groans and grunts

waves of shock

& the stillborn promise

of a distant thought

hovering over the water

a desperate message in a bottle

adrift at sea

because the messenger forgot

.the cut is deep

but not enough

time is bound within my love

time repeats nothing new

as i am 7 years removed

from my first divorce

,

and now my worried hands

seize the thread

the last fiber of hope

on a lost marriage bed

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