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By Trilby Severn

Thu, 19 Sep 2013
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Eroded film strips
defiling a frail screen.
 
We are glued
watching fatuous forms
play their parts.
 
You've occurred,
once more,
The melodramatic,
tragic hero.
 
Your book,
wide open.
stuffed with Crepe paper
torn along corners
words smothering their pages.
 
I am, 
a faint-hearted soul
defensive,
of the woes 
of those she
hurts, 
nowhere
to dispose
of these dreams,
my inanimate nightmares,
my trickster schemes.
 
the tale
of star-crossed visionaries
who grasp
nothing.
beyond the places where
prosperity is a value,
too high to keep.
 
We watch like mindless viewers,
Pay patronage to the story.
There's no enchanting
this weary image.
Love's lost it's glory.
Certificate U
Poem
Life
Love