A jagged pill
In quietude a haunting gaze
evokes the weathered cafe haze...
shadow thick as syrup clung,
in stolid tincture to the air,
thoughts swelled behind his jaded stare,
the journal held his words unsung
they fell from tongue like polished chrome,
shone stark inside his seasoned tome.
The lambent glow from candle bright;
an intimation in the dark,
a kindling to call the spark...
gazed long through glass; tomorrow's light
muse mistress night sleeps in the still
a jagged pill, a writers plight.
© Sasha '09
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