Bleeding

Are you bleeding once again said the leaches and the sharks
around her whom she once considered her only friends
in some opium den lives a dream which has no
substance any where else beyond that realm
if I could sculpt in bronze I’d cast a bust
of her for eternity to remember…
for as great as her beauty
was as great was her
sorrow for she
never found
the man
she
was
looking for
but just think
he didn’t find her
either so neither got
what they wanted in life
blind to the ones who could
have given them what they wanted
always looking for the one that never was
like the fish that got away from the fisher of men’s souls
looking for God in all the wrong places on the end of poles

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