Libra

Mel Trent

from my injured
perspective all the
words sound like
hell all the wounds
are fresh and red
like cherries I've lost
my objective sight the
overview I was so
proud of having
seeing all sides
of black and white
and somehow always
living in grey
but your weight has
tipped the scales
and I no longer
see clearly

Article © Mel Trent. All rights reserved.
Published on 2009-08-10