Here is my testament
of a woman lost,
dwelling within her own song
strummed on a guitar only she can hear, and fear
wretches at her insides
revolting infantries pound cadences
from left to right (left, left, left, right)
And she lays in her tortured silence, its
tempestuous violence, withered away
her direction,
Yet she still hears the cadence,
one foot down, lift,
one foot up, again,
A puppet in complacence
shadowed only by resilience
(left, left, left, right)
So here is my testament
beating with persistence
drummed out by ambivalence.
What once was a woman
still soldiers on.
Written July 24th, 2009 at 2:32 a.m.
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well alright for not being able to sleep...it appears that your muse finds you late at night too! great job poet! thanks for sharing. peace and light, kp
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