Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Crisis (Vers Libre)

Did you ever wake to such dissatisfaction
You'd cry
Without tears or
Without hate or
Without much else to hope against
That life seemed to never end
Immortally remorseful
Wishing for something real
To touch
To feel
Making differences
Even in secret
Though knowing well that
You may still be alone?

I did
I am
I don't know when it will end
If ever?

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