Words2Mother
Dreams, schemes and other themes: Random thoughts dancing around in a bubbling bath of conjecture.
1.07.2002
Quietly
I sit
still holding fast
Yet the bitterness
seems new
Quietly I gaze at the wall like still photos
my impotence flashes before me
In the darkness that failure is
lies a bottomless gorge
where thwarted will rests
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