I drift these days…
Sometimes here,
Often gone.
But where?
The place where all is fine.
With nothing to feel
With no one to hurt me.
That place of comfort..emptiness…
Why do I hurt so easy?
Why do others seem so strong?
I put myself at their mercy.
I never stay to see…I flee.
I have learned my lessons well.
Mostly I want to be done…
Done with pain.
Done with sorrow.
My little spark to stay
Sometimes grows weak.
It leaves no choice.
A wisp of peace fans the spark..
and I return once again

[ October 08, 2001: Message edited by: MichaelW ]