Thursday, February 27, 2014



O Fate, don't stare – I need some air,
I'll call for Luck, who's never there!
But Hope, I hope, might turn up soon -
Though that I doubt – there's no Blue Moon.

So Faith perhaps, the final straw
Might rescue me from Reaper's door!
My visage worn, I've one last sigh –
For now He calls for me…


Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009

1 comment:

  1. sometimes, separation helps one see a novel point of view.

    but taboos, or personal biases play a major role when it comes to love.

    too bad, one has to take the case in specific situations.