Thursday, November 02, 2006

A Poem

Just a little tainted darkness
On the edge of sanity, An
Ironic reality tinged with
Distorted light that ends tonight...

She's made up her" minds, " No
More crying will there be for
He is dead to she...Forever
To be tinged ironically
on her reality.

11/02/06
Renee Herod

1 comment:

Allen St. Clair said...

Great poem, Ne. Bet I can guess whom/what it's about. Keep writing 'em, dustcakes!