Viola Grey - Delusions

Can I cry now at the injustice
of loving each fresh misery,
of turning from spurned happiness
as though each fresh heartbeat
burns curious fingers.

Allow me, this once, to mourn the sun
which sinks behind his smile.
When he fades, I breathe again,
when he leaves my mind, I collapse
and nothing saves my soul.

Just for now, can I escape forever
by praying to a lonely moon.
On bended knee I sacrifice
all pretence of sanity to my dreams,
and through clenched palms I ask
to wallow in delusions again.

18/09/08

Viola Grey

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