Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Bloodless

 

Piercing cold
And hard as stone.
Listless, loveless, passion stole,
Virtue absent from the roll.
Feelings and warmth have been sold.
Hedgeless bets, time to fold.
Coffers empty, bare as bone.
Lost inheritance, nothing to own.
No accession to the throne.
Young in age, old in soul
Withered, barren, fruitless goals.
Dial the phone but no one's home,
Leave a message at the tone...
Solo flying. 
Dine alone.

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