Sunday, January 20, 2013

Sonnet 81-- A Hopeless and Silent Jail

we are addicted to daydreams, i fear
seeking the breathless thrill of forbidden
yet no living being must come too near
invade the spot where our hearts are hidden
all of our lives pale without fantasy
no voice in reality can compare
warm flesh no longer provides ecstasy
imperfect humanness causes despair
it is now too late to begin again
fantasy lovers are only for sale
our days are ended as women and men
accept real humans or surely fail
the same for both the woman and the male
alone in a hopeless and silent jail

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