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Monday, September 26, 2005

Two Women
 

Do not weep for me when I am dead
Or write dirges in my name.
I need no epitaphs on my grave


I have stopped looking at rainbows.
Cloud formations go unnoticed
before my eyes.
All I see is the terror the sun brings
each morning when I have to wake up
to face another day.

All I see are colors induced by pills on my sleep.
Heaven turned to nightmare when I wake.
Tomorrow does not bring a new day
it’s just as idle as yesterday.

Where shall I get food for my young?
How do I mend his tattered clothes?
What should I give him to protect his calloused feet
from the asphalt heat which he traverses
to beg for coins?

I may have all the riches in the world -
new luxury cars to take me here and there
I can have caviar or any exotic food at any given time,
live in a palace adorned with the finest furniture
imported yet from Germany, Italy and France.
But my heart is empty, empty for his love.


All I can do is cough blood,
massage my chest hoping I can go
to get my neighbor’s laundry for cash.
But how can I stand with nothing
but stale bread dipped in insipid coffee
on a lucky day?

What are those cars for when he wouldn’t let me out
saying he fears I may get hurt along the way?
What I know is that he abhors the thought that I will be cheating on him
or catch him with another girl?
Alas this blue pill can be cyanide for all he cares


Do not weep for me when I am dead
Or write dirges in my name.
I need no epitaphs on my grave
Weep for me now
for I am dead


rolly

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