Emmeshed
Children lookingIn dismay
'Wadja bring me...
What today?'
Conquering
Our deepest fear
As one follows
All too near.
Looking onward
Through the past
Now is this;
It cannot last.
Painfully,
It hit a chord.
Cuttings' if it
Was a sword.
Bleeding through
my heart, gone numb
Seeing many
Only one.
One is when
My effort's fail.
Seeking, but
To no avail.
Seeing past
My wit, gone bland.
Seeing boulders
In the sand.
What is this?
It cannot be.
Seeing you
But feeling me.
7-20-09
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