Observations on Life and Business
A poem about some girl
Published on December 19, 2010 By dipique In Poetry

Hazel eyes speak a deep soul
and I drown like a marooned sailor
gulping the baleful brine.

To desire--
With such palpable need
I fear as death cannot inspire
that I am fixated like a rat
to the snake-eyes of unshaken indifference.

To love--
As one does without knowledge,
the chest-aching specter of certainty
that drives men to be fools

--What would you have me do?
Trust to fate and come to me,
Or else arrest this froward heart.

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