(3-3-03)
Precious moments
Interrupted by
The shallow call of
Life.
What we deserve is
Rarely what we get.
Hopes and prayers,
Merely whispers in the wind.
No one hears me
Scream.
No one hears
Anything.
I send
Whatever energy I have
Simply as a salve.
My hands are tied
Still
For you.
Still for you.
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