Posted by thinkfast on February 25, 2004, at 5:28:06
a wreck
on futile ground
taking stabs at
a fading life
to this sickeness
i am boundtearing away
uncontrollably
the fear resides
in my living work
of non-fiction
resurrecting
a brutal
senseless addictionforced distorted vision
breathing with conscience
the pain is more real
so i'm torn
denied to healmarks of uncertainty
left to straggle behind
attempts at attention
the wounding kindi'm so pathetic
sick of my sight
pity myself no more
and succomb tonight
poster:thinkfast
thread:317431
URL: http://www.dr-bob.org/babble/write/20040102/msgs/317431.html