Mistaken, thats what I am
Too much time spent searching
Without explanation
Seeking refuge and comfort
from the place where I was taken
For even as the images they are flood my mind
In the darkness of my own self taught solitude
The reality of their truths cut deep into my spirit
Until I find no use for myself but to ...to what?
Even now my mind searches for a resolution, an end
Though my soul knows no end will be found
My time is not near to find rest
In my anger I thrash out,
scratching and screaming
at an all but forgotten enemy
Only to know that they can neither hear nor feel me
and I am reminded daily
Of a night that they have surely forgotten.
9/6/06
Marie













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