"Vox"
the leeches and the damned
are coming out of
the woodwork
tonight
as you lie in bed
sleep evades you
as fickle as
the wind
the window is open
as the cool air
forces you awake
the moonlight
illuminates your face
look up to the sky
as the star streaks
in the quiet expanse of sky
as you reach for me
I am no more
and you are left
in a fetal position
on the floor
as a feeble scream
barely escapes
from the depths
within
never heard
this former beauty
and its stirring drama
as the phone rings
the last words you hear:
"it's fucking gone."
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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