poems written on the fly

undecided

In art, bad poetry, bad sex and bad breath, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 15 October 2008 at 5:41 pm

I saw you standing
on the edge of a shadow

in the space where
sunlight and darkness meet
in the endless battle
of night and day

waiting
for something
in yourself
to appear

but the struggle
was too great
and you remain
undecided

(D. James)

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