black
swirling
cancerous
brain waves
pushing at my skull
tight
longing
gripping
squeezing my heart
the gangrene sets in
subduing the muse
piercing my hope
defining my despair
left with loss
mired in guilt
grimy with pain

taken away
away
away
rubbed
clean
polished
by
The Hand That Heals

There may be some hope for me after all.

06/30/2004

Posted on 06/30/2004
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