With Shattered Fairytales
With shattered fairytales;
Aside broken bliss.
In the night time she writes
Of times while entranced, times amiss.
Feeling inner beauty,
Beating her own punch;
Evading melancholic desperation
While trifling over a hunch.
Support from afar,
Seemingly so dear;
Still left wanting resolution
Of innermost fear.
Alone is scary
But broken is precarious –
Saddened by inevitable losses
She chooses the nefarious.
Mostly optimistic,
She advances down fast
To the sepulcher known as “heart” –
Where she can be intimate with the past.
Only leaving traces
Of tears on soiled sheets;
Leaving lonely, shattered fairytales
At night as she weeps.
© 2003 Joseph Jenkins
:: For Sara ::

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