Monday, June 1, 2009

Poem 1

Search high search low
you will find your soul
maybe pure as light or dark as coal
too hard for me to control

Finding a way to sedate the pain
Avoiding truths and hiding in lies of shame
Even panacea cannot fix this turbulent away

i will never exult from these tacit contractions
not even in simple interactions.

No comments:

Post a Comment