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:: Saturday, May 20, 2006 ::

So much it hurts

How do I explain?
And should I try -
It's not that it hasn't been said or besoothed,
Why then add another stir
To the ocean that is this conundrum?

But I lie if I say it doesn't matter.
Of course it does, how could it not?
So many utterances in hopeless expression.
Exasperation even,
And you know exactly why.

It's faith, and trust, and giving up-
No. Releasing a hold on walls, really.
Still giving; creating, sustaining,
Renewable, or if not, it can't be.
Though I suppose everything may starve.

Eventually.

That which can starve, we starve for.
The irony! Then we try to feed it,
Recreate it daily, and perhaps
Like a phoenix, in its truest form
It never dies in a burst of flame.

Or a fizzle of water.

The only thing I know for sure,
It is a hard master to serve.
Or a hard servant to master.
Which what it doesn't matter.
Because regardless, I and...
my posession, posession of this estacy

So much it hurts.

But I'm still here.

Labels: Poetry

:: And that's all she wrote 11:57 PM [+] ::
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