Posted by Susan47 on February 8, 2005, at 13:21:55
In reply to In the Library, posted by Susan47 on February 8, 2005, at 13:14:16
to walk the streets
and seem like a real person
someone who can eat,
and sleep, and dream,
do everything to maintain life,there is no trail of blood,
no gristle, no entrails
clogging the sidewalk
My steps do not show
the sludge of my despairThe one I have lived for,
the one I dedicated myself to,
slaughtered myself for on
the rack of hope,
he exists for others.Not me.
Not me.
Not me.
poster:Susan47
thread:454418
URL: http://www.dr-bob.org/babble/write/20050118/msgs/455011.html