Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Misery leches through

Deny if you will
all that was me
I fave you joy
and love and ecstasy
Is the freedom I gave
worth this suffering
for you to deny the fact
that I have ever been?
My misery leches through
this mask I've created
once there was love
I was saturated
filled to the benthic depths
of me... now all is gone
but the aloneness, the fear
the desire to belong