A Poets Lament(Dream Number Three)
By butch
Dancing in the breeze; Flight without wings; I see you, but, cannot touch you, Helpless; Suspended, floating; I want you, but, can only want, Dreams, well worn; Visions in desperateness; I call your name, but, you do not hear, In a prison; My own creation; I want to escape, but, have no route, In your eyes; Indifference; I look for warmth, but, find only chill, Crying now; Hating myself; I want to run, but, cannot forget, Tears create prisms; I see you in colors; I ache for you, but, you do not feel, Caught in the light; A fool exposed; I should save myself, but, cannot move, Pale heart; Dark soul; I would get away, but, the fire is hot..... Like a moth attracted to candle flame, I cannot resist, for I am weak.......... Written October 9th, 2001 © on Oct 09 2001 11:39 AM PST 10 • 0
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