Cast in cold flesh
This soul carries weight,
A weight so very immense
It bears down upon
Every action with good intent.

Held tight in a stern
Face locked in frown.
Broken heart thinks it's
Just fine, having never
Known itself unhurt

Eyes of glacier blue
Lock onto the moon
Overhead. It sits just
As alone and just as
Sad as this soul.

03/01/2002

Posted on 03/01/2002
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