Saturday, June 5, 2010

DELUSION'S ILLUSION

Sarah peers out a window,
At a man she's never met,
She's counting on the raindrops,
But they haven't started yet

And the voices in the closet,
Are from children never born,
And the hair she twirls nervously,
Are locks that have been shorn

And the schooner that awaits her,
On a distant, ghostly shore,
Will take her from a husband,
Who doesn't want her anymore

She smiles so very brightly,
Through the numbing phantom pain,
From a non-existent bullet,
Lodged tightly in her brain

Copyright; EGHarne

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