Petals on the Shore

He cries out:
More!
But what do I have to give?
My soul has scattered,
petals on the shore.

Memories stare,
corpses kneeling in prayer.
And from their dead eyes
they regard me in kind:

a living cadaver
an honest saboteur
a static blur.

He
makes his demands.
Let’s his sex expand.
Fills the so-called “void”,
does seem to enjoy.

But though he laughs,
at my poetic expense,
still I think he must sense
the scattering of my soul,
like petals on the shore

Petals on the Shore

William H

Joined December 2007

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