[Attempt to Break the Silence]
I see you, my dear,
hiding behind your false promises
and memories of our ever cherished
affliction to one another as
symphonies of our burgundy
love have shaded themselves an
ugly hue, laced with an abstruse
feeling for each other while
I find myself in endless nights
staring through the photograph
like a fool that hangs from my
uncomely walls
I take you, my dear,
for that horrendous hell
that pierces the very center
of my being, sending me through
the consciousness of time, itself,
and back again
Hope is the attraction that
has stolen my heart, and delivered
it to the goddess that pains my eyes,
as I begin to weep in a silent stare
[Will you ever forgive me?]
t.seymour
12.6.2002