To the dishonest and those lacking integrity

There you are my captor,
caught in the moonlight…

Traced by the middle,
and trapped in delight,

You were my child,
my monster and my fright–

My Mr. lit by fire,
my star and my right–

blazed by your beauty,
caught in flames tonight–

where are you when I need you–
When your poetry has given up the fight?


About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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