The night comes
A madman tucked up
sweet in a lullaby
A whore in the dark
These shadows cleanse
pulling everything
below the surface
Don’t you see
we’re made of tears?
I don’t know where
you are
which means
you’re gone once more
So I drink myself away
We are both lost
Philipos
Sun 30th Jan 2011 22:32
Really liked some of the metaphors here - especially 'So I drink myself away' - nice poem