Sunday, May 08, 2011

fey woman

Guilt caught me falling,
caught me in its arms saying,
'I'm not done with you yet'.
Wide-eyed, speculative, easy inside,
Wide-eyed, sleepy, just wanting to die.
Guilt holds on, ignorant in its mirth,
as I lay crying, singing,
'The Fool is hurt, The Fool is hurt'.

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