For Future
By Abilene
I’m caught between two wars- or worlds. I’m alive- wearing time loosely around my waist, And your turmoil like a widow’s black shawl. Let me go, release me, let me come apart. Don’t blame me a fool, ‘cause then I can’t be rich in heart I can’t hide the diamonds in my soul, I can’t live this way. I’m fallen, I feel the tank weight of discord Aligning such a deep part of me- Such a part that despises cocaine. This episode feels final... The devil cries for me, And I cry for future. Written December 5th, 2001 © on Dec 05 2001 01:08 AM PST 0 • 1
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"I’m caught between two wars- or worlds...."