Tuesday, August 25, 1998

Relief

Morbid, I ache
and still I feign peace
Widow of Hunger
my plight for perfection
distant presence to my heart
yet not my strength, or mind
yearns, gaging my will, but
I will wait, I will provide
myself answers
though still I wonder
certain I will not convince;
But you must. When again
joining my presence, no longer
distant. Truths your heart
tells mine openly. Intriguing
deeper questions from...
Aug 25, 1998

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