LSD

the love of my life
slipped;
out of my fingertips,
swiftly,
between:
drugs,
money,
women-

slipped,

fast.

Beyond the black skies,
that wounded pigeons fly in,
that starts without hope live beyond,
that tortured souls roam,

the love,
of my life,

gone.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

So well worded, creatively done.
drugs, money, women...all so tempting...where is the resolve to be true?
really a perfect poem to wake up to this morning.
j.