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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