Silent Hill: Dismember The Days

Poem 26: Stanley Coleman, The Poet With A Lust

I write like a wild heart,

My words are scripted,

And my words are dark…

I write like an urgent ghost,

My love is a party,

And my love is a host…

I write constantly,

My messages are short,

And my messages are sweet…

I leave you a gift,

And I leave you a present…

I leave you confused,

And I leave you hesitant…

I can see your eyes glare away from the doll,

I can see it,

It hurts me to know that you’re taking a fall,

It hurts me,

That all I can do is watch your feet approach the end,

All I can do,

Is write, my friend…

I write I as your man,

I write I with your trust,

And I write I as Stanley Coleman,

The poet with a lust…

END: POEM TWENTY-SIX

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