Melochromatic – March 27, 2009

melodrama and

emotional static

from the private attic

of the mind

and dusty clichés

weighing down my thoughts

 

our little girl

I fear we may have ruined her

she will have to work hard

to recover

just like me

 

I guess that’s our legacy

perhaps as humans

and there’s no escaping

our destiny

and what must be

must be

regardless

 

players on the stage

shadows on the wall

our experiences are simply

us in thrall

 

with nothing new under the sun

so let it be

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