Hands, stiff <br /> <br />Eyes, shunned <br /> <br />Lost in a convoluted rift, <br /> <br />Frozen barrel of a gun <br /> <br />- <br /> <br />Mirrors speak <br /> <br />Fate be gone, <br /> <br />My faith is weak <br /> <br />Coming undone <br /> <br />- <br /> <br />Embezzled moonlight <br /> <br />Sunny haze, <br /> <br />Encompassed by the twilight, <br /> <br />Hallucinating disgrace <br /> <br />- <br /> <br />Gorged with a savvy, <br /> <br />Fantasy yields <br /> <br />Hope, come to me <br /> <br />Bring me to a verdant field <br /> <br />- <br /> <br />A musing quashed, <br /> <br />A longing that breathes <br /> <br />My lips are hushed, <br /> <br />Sorrow bequeaths <br /> <br />- <br /> <br />In the morning, renewed <br /> <br />In the night, astray <br /> <br />The angst imbues <br /> <br />the night – with the air of a deadly viper frayed <br /> <br />- <br /> <br />The moon assuages <br /> <br />This empty vessel’s starvation <br /> <br />Still, a dagger advances <br /> <br />Rummaging with dead set precision<br /><br />Windsor Guadalupe Jr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/staggering-2/
