in constant search
for something that seemed
ever absent. . .
trying to reach
to someone who seemed
ever distant and indifferent. . .
Always longing
for some warmth that grows
ever so cold. . .
still looking for answers
to endless questions that would forever
remain a mystery. . .
all for nothing. . .
Incessant II
Posted by
henson
Friday, August 31, 2007
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