epic verses

mental block 

 

dutifully the night hides your ghost 

behind a bed of wistful stars 

i gaze and find no traces of your blood 

as if you never existed 

beyond the madness of my closed eyes 

it's a conspiracy, i know, 

between you and the seven skies 

this hide and seek and tale tell lies 

i let them wade unnoticed 

despite these gray stains on my hand 

i thought i was done breaking you 

on a new poem's coarse lines 

but still you stalk me, a willing prey 

wanting none of these vague words 

trying hard to make a rhyme 

trying hard to make me rhyme.

ndg.12.20.2005.7.37.p.m. 

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