Unanswered, suspicion grows wildly in the shade
As expected, loyalty absolute, reciprocation unknown
A promise, procured, beneath cold sheets
---Forced compliance and submission
Words, softly spoken, echo in thought
Urequited, consumated by the chill
Tomorrow can be hopeful
Tomorrow is to be feared
A sickness, dwelling in waist-deep loneliness
---Foreseen, a dimly lit horror, the future
Resonating circumstance, it seems devastating
What is left? I loathe your touch
Ultimate judgment, buried premonition
A desperate vengence boils near the core
---Remember vow, Remember strength
Try to ignore weakness, Try to ignore fault
---Ignore temptation, the fine is damning
Embrace wholly, the loss would be great
About the Author - R.M. Anderson-Matlock
Robert "Myles" Anderson-Matlock began writing in 2002 while a Senior in High School. Myles writes of distress, anguish, oppression, and the pain of growing up misunderstood, ridiculed, and different; his mental definition of normality and justice greatly skewed. Today, he lives happily in Salt Lake City, Utah, and is working hard to gather, scrub, and publish nearly six years of writings as his first public published work, ...And He Had Old Man Eyes. Myles is also hard at work with other literary projects.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
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