I was set adrift, cast away
Like a ripple lost at sea.
I died. And in my death-dreams
I said good-bye to me.
My Innocence went floating
To where there was no land.,
No rope, no hope, no lifeboat,
No sail, no helping hand.
My Youth, naive and honest,
Was next to be untied.
Dark sins, my ghoulish nightmares,
Replaced my loss. I cried.
"Who are you, Death, to taunt me?
Be swift, and do your deed!
You've nothing left to plunder.
You and your filthy greed."
Vestiges of all my selves,
Battered, scattered, blown.
No shroud to bind the pieces.
Tasted, wasted, thrown.
Belinda Martinez © 2001
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