a light shines distant,
weakly it flickers,
the black almost swallows
but it still flickers
a breath, a wisp
fingers that have long
fallen asleep with disuse
stretch interminably to grasp
a reach for hope and escape

the self imposed emotional burdens
the unrequited lust obsession
finally released
she is forever gone,
and now that the hope
of her is gone, the hope
of me rises. I have freed myself
from my own shackles
the gray scaly skin that resided
beneath a long suffered surface
all flake away to
reveal something soft and pink
vulnerable and fragile

01/26/2006

Author's Note: To distinguish "in love" from "love" is often a slippery slope. I have wasted a large portion of my life pining for someone. I have recently realized its time to shake of my lustful desires and focus on reality. My current reality is that Amanda is not nor will she ever be for me.

Posted on 01/27/2006
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