I am in misery.
For when I am in misery
The poem ceases to be
Words crafted and chiseled
From abstracted thought.
The poem begins to be me.
August 31, 2000
4.41 pm, Thursday
And this is where you should meet me…
October 21, 2011Meet me at my core.
Do not let me leave it, or forsake it. It has been my shelter during the hurting.
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