Sunday, August 24, 2008


I hath beset thee with loneliness
as I hath burdened thee with my madness
so be it mine own heart is forsaken.
slip softly now ‘neath the gentle waves of thy despair
as this river will run deep with the cost of thine innocence.
shalt I know thee anon for mine own demise is nigh
and yet it harbors such bittersweet sanctuary
knowing I will find thee already tendering its threshold
never knowing of the love I held for thee.
forgive me now, as never did I say
- Good bye

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2005

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