Oct 25, 2010

More Old Poetry....new stuff kinda raw

She Plays at life

Sampling its delights…just barely

Pushing to the limits

Testing the borders

Do they hold?

What do they hold?



Entranced

Enticed

By the fluff, the dream, the fairy tale

That doesn’t exist

Discovery!

Of herself? Or of the lines?

Borderlines…Red lines…flatlined.



The path leads to destruction

Her ways lead down…to death.