We are woefully lost in our remembrance
Wilfully digging somber graves
There are no frivolous net curtains
Dancing melodically upon softly waves
We spit and stagger our own vile words
Throwing daggers with hollow eyes
There is no truer pain filled loss
Than the lover you learnt to despise
karen sinclair
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/despot-20-yrs-on/
