Monday

By Lexicon

I know that someday soon,
My shabbily constructed paradise
Will shatter to a screaching end.

I'm aware that in the midst of a cold October noon,
Made of popsickle sticks and dry ice,
My castles will be blown away,
Gone, my lover and my friend.

Now I try to hold on to him,
Clinging and shivering, afraid of the future, so dim.

Interrupted, pre-exsposed,
Premature and undergrown.

Happy, am I that this is the way it must end,
Better loved and left, then never to have began.


-3:09am
October 11, 2004

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Copyright 2004 Lexicon
Published on Monday, October 11, 2004.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • K_Love On Monday, October 11, 2004, K_Love (525)By person wrote:

    Geez.. I'm breathless the last stanza blew me away. Well done. ~Kirsten~

  • Zhee On Monday, October 11, 2004, Zhee (529)By person wrote:

    this was beautiful....

  • A former member wrote: I wish I could have the poise you have in your writes...simply sensational...you never leave me empty.

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