against the bars you lie
he lies against the very fabric of what he was to me -
to who?
her.
she is the reign of the darkest touch of light,
the most dim of them all reaching out ,
searching, hoping, trying-
find me.
he took the sunlight away from her,
those pieces and moments that she thought meant much more.
with the gas she passed-
she was life
he was death
the bars couldn't hold him in.
YOU ARE READING
obsolete
Poetry"no longer in general use; fallen into disuse; effaced by wearing down or away."
