Lady in Waiting in POETRY
- July 23, 2017, 2:49 p.m.
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Dead and buried long before the winter stays, I beg, I pray; please… please hasten and do not hesitate.
Don’t leave regret upon my grave.
You look through sorrowful eyes, toward mine who see unbiased beauty [marred and masked by fractured mirrors] not reaching for your grip, never fully extended.
And although our hearts continue to beat – so distant and faint… (softer and softer)
my lady in waiting; a murderer…
… … … from a lack of reciprocating.
By Jaye Eryk
Copyright ©2008
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