No longer

no longer shall I crumble

to their sneering

if lecherous vampires

wallowing in the mud

of unfulfilled desires

fill up my loneliness

no longer shall I stumble

to the sheering

of broken sails

lost in the wind

ever claiming more

but never less

for the arrow I shot

never found an oak

the love I wanted

merely a stroke

© 04-08-2008

(uit: Very simple expressions of very single moments)