Thursday, August 18, 2005

Ctrl + Z

What this disgust
rings out on the floor
Is this untrust
that runs out the door
want to hide, seek, start over again,
But there is no sun
and I'm bruised by the rain
unsure
unclean
unstable
undo...
...wish I could

1 comment:

kanadians in korea said...

i'm noticing a theme in your ponderings... may the rain serve to wash away your pain, versus drowning your hopes... i am praying for you sweet ammee.
love you.