Saturday, June 1, 2013

Running of the Bull


You took away my reasons that reason never knew,
And left me a hollow heart suspended in time.
Stripped of all solace,
I stood soulless in an empty street,
Surrounded by the sound of doubt
That carried through the wind.
The hope that your sycophantic lips once lit
Was quickly quashed by their silence,
And absence fertilized the firewood
Left to fester in tomorrow’s dew.