Cry |
To cry.Get it out of me. The pain, the regret, the insecurities.Wrenching sobs. That would cleanse me, I think. Empty the bitterness from me.Make the salty drops flow, Dripping from my chin to where m...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Oct 2006 06:42:00 GMT |
Oscillation |
I cant begin to contemplate the weariness of me,
The daily, hour by hour, endless grind of me.
My years, my decades boast too few thresholds
And fewer still Ive crossed.
What growth, what change, what...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Aug 2006 22:24:00 GMT |
