all of the monsters, held at bay
one more night of sordid dreams
one more day not as it seems
broken thoughts and reverent prayers
wishing for things that were not there
pictures left in broken frames
always losing at your games
never one to pull out stops
just so once, I'd be on top
a pile of hopes now resting frayed
from all of you that slipped away
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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