Exits, shame, gone again <br />the flower of life extinguished. <br />A blight, a plague <br />some horrendous wave <br />beauty of beginning <br />disfigured in leaving, <br />but what about the in-between. <br /> <br />Burrowing brows, crowning frowns <br />head spinning, spinning <br />time of life lingering on <br />oh what we pass. <br />No more tears staining eyes <br />doubts are faultless <br />exits, shame, now cease. <br /> <br />Revolving world, around, around <br />gone it goes spinning wild. <br />Fragrant flowers smelling pretty, <br />disappearing rapid sights. <br />Danger prompts bitter tears <br />something fine, something gone <br />exits, shame, who’s to blame. <br /> <br />Fiery suns of mourning clouds <br />burning fingers stretch forth, <br />dark crisp falling dust. <br />Bitter seeds of burning doubts <br />memories shrink in heated scorn <br />remembers voices stern, sharp <br />exits, shame, no longer. <br /> <br />25 September 1979<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/early-works-exits/
