Friday, November 05, 2010

decay


I am nothing but a shell.
A figment in my lovers
long abandoned dream.
An actress in an endless scene.
A flower dying, tired of trying
to blossom and bloom
in a dark, tiny box
cut off from the light,
without any room,
night after night,
day after day
I wither away
in a perpetual,
desolate,
cold winter
decay.