My sorrow opens deeper wounds,
older, softer tissue, weak
tears apart too willingly

I look upon my hollow sores
detached and distant, seeing
only holes within a being

I do not need reality
it stole away emotion
I see them roil, a distant ocean

Where is my heart?
I do not ponder,
but you all are free to wander...

12/26/2001

Posted on 12/26/2001
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