Sentenced To Life

by | Feb 23, 2005 | Poetically Correct

Tossing photographs
Across the floor
A suicide king
His crazy whore
Looking back
Nothing changed much
So in poverty and ruin
We remain untouched
It’s twelve a.m.
My daughter cries
I fill her belly
And dry her eyes
My song is muted
By this intense pain
For tomorrow
We must pose again.

Ciera S. Louise