Friday, April 22, 2005

round n round the merry-go-round

walking walking, still searching--
perhaps in circles,
perhaps in squiggly lines,
but no where near the path

my throat's dry from thirst,
doubt my ability to even breathe out a sound.
lips quiver,
eyes blurr over,
but no tears.

you deprive me even the right to cry..

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