These Poisoned Days

These poisoned days

Breathe fire with hollow sighs

And whispers of disappointment

Burning all over with cursory glances-

Yet the fingers are icy- icicles

Smudging the pages of an existence that was

Carved- so perfectly

Because the light is gone, I don’t know why!

These poisoned days watch lifeblood trickle

Down

The streets with sorrow- with soda

With ice, all hail- the days we were happy

And did not know.

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