Touch of clay ( June 14, 200)
By Channa
Why does it have to be this way everything I touch, seems to turn to clay nothing is mine in this sea of humanity I sink deeper lacking and I'm still thirsty everyday it's an ever ending rut the pain burns like an open cut love hurt from the broken vow tears are forever staining my pillow yet, I will not give up looking for the one that special person, that certain someone my wings are broken after taking flight only the grace of G-d can restore my sight I try to pray, no words can pass thru my lips wisdom I need, only in small sips my mind is not equipped for this wretched life still, I will not give up and outside I laugh looking at me, no one sees the scars my tears are many as the countless stars. Written November 11th, 2001 © on Nov 11 2001 02:14 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Why does it have to be this way..."