You never ask anymore

Always wanting more

Waiting, as if it were a chore

My thanklessness is a bore.

I watched you drink again

And wondered when

You would stop. And then

You again, begin.

So I waited

With such breath baited

Until sleep abated.

Look at what I have created.

09/04/2007

Author's Note: ..... sometimes it works out, often not.....

Posted on 09/04/2007
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