Monday, December 2, 2013

Cracked Plaster

Many people
surrounded me
making bets if I would last
I'm made of durable material
I'll outlast them all...
I've had my sex life opened up for analysis
They've openly discussed
my choice of lovers
muttering what a mess
I've made of myself...
My world has crashed in
on the head of everything
The plaster has cracked
but I'm still here
I've accused myself,
tried myself
and judged myself
more guilty
then they ever would have
and sentenced myself
to crippled writings
people with ghosts
of yesterdays...

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