Privation
By a lachrymist
standing amongst the out-stretched shadows, my surroundings take a hold of me. taking my peace of mind. taking my Patience and integrity. these surroundings embracing me. holding me with a smile. struggling to free a way. its useless. I've became what surrounds me. then with the slightest of touch, you showed me the way to my inner self. holding me up with the softest of hands, you freed the way. its hopeful. Your presence changes me. our surroundings are coming in trying to sway our way. trying to tear us down. hoping for the change to come. returning the slightest of touch. I hold you. keeping you up and free. so your presence may comfort me. wall-eyed by the lights. I struggle through the crowd, to grasp a vision of the way. wondering through this maze. I try to find my way to you. then suddenly I look away, only to find myself to wave good-bye. Written October 12th, 2001 © on Oct 12 2001 03:59 AM PST 0 • 20 • 10
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