Kissed while dreaming, I lay broken
Slave to the five words I have spoken:
Lust, deceit, hate, faith and lies.
The sacred vow that now, in eyes
Brimming with tears, reflects back
Your shattered trust, in mourning black
To wretched source, the foul deceiver:
A one-time lover, now the griever!
Thinking of that line I doth spake
Yearning that which I did break
Each, every night in fitful sleep
I face the music and I, too weep
Such a fate is fit and just
These tortured tears in slumber’s dust
But I do wonder…Misery:
Does she ever weep for me?
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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Comments1
A wonderful poem full of great images and wording nice rhyme as well and a haunting question
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