THE FRAGILE DAY BREAKS The fragile day breaks again Like a delicate glass in a toddlers hand Like an ice cone, a glacier Letting out its frosty sighs, Like the stem of a servile flower In a windy summers morn Like the hymen of a virgin girl Ruptured by her childhood lover Like a promise sworn by a happy man Like a poor widow abandoned long Like a heart that has loved too much And is betrayed by its lover The fragile day breaks again, Like the heart of an expectant whore Forsaken, not paid her shameful due! E. R. Chesterfield
Posted on: Wed, 09 Jul 2014 06:07:31 +0000