Friday, May 4, 2012


What more can one say
If one has given away
my position.

You know where I stand -
With the ever silent offer
and promise.

And I do stand 
With a drip, drip, drip
upon my forehead.

It knocks and irritates
till insanity is a blink away.

Well, here lies the brink.

Yet, surrender?
Torture is expected.

No man's will is a statue.
It is a painting.

Thus, I chose to stand;
be a subject to the game.

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