August 02, 2004
Misunderstanding of one who loves you most
....silent black eyes of one's true ghost.
Can the empty sentences
be solved like a puzzle?
Most likely not.
Her words are lost among a sea of wrath.
Plain days drift one into the next.
Will future bring you
joy or regret?
Lies are so often
they are forgotten
they are lies
How easily we slip into a web
that cannot be broken
only of self can we arise
to see a new day
with brand new eyes
© July, 2004 by Sherene McLaurin
WOO Resident Poet
