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A Gift For David

By sweetbrother

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

a gift was given out of love and as a thing i was told was needed an eternal moment later i realized it was only borrowed it's a gift i've shared with you; you've toured my vaulted hall of glamor and mystery and admired the artistry of my tapestries; and gasped at the shimmering garments that i wore in the heat of pride i've displayed my riches while men with torches advanced along the night's horizon i was given a sweet substance that cured my loneliness; an eternal moment later, i'm reduced to a begging junkie waiting to crash what was loaned and borrowed must be returned; all i have left is what i own: a broken mind, cluttered with useless dreams- that, and all the magic and mystery you've admired yet those men with torches ride closer with each moment and one misty dawn, close at hand you'll climb the mountain where my palace was and find only charred ruins some will weep others will forget i will trudge into fathomless shadows having lost a second home. Written January 25th, 2002 © on Jan 25 2002 06:25 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1

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