too often a tragedy
" what a tragedy
we met at an
unforgiving time;
the flame died
down too soon,
the piano kept
playing an
unfamiliar tune,
and even the
right words
refused their
rhymes "
YOU ARE READING
The Faults in Utopia
PoetryThere will always be fault in the most glistening diamond castles, a witch in every Oz, a monster under every bed. But sometimes, the monster doesn't live under your bed, because sometimes, the monster lives inside you.
