12/05/2007
brat
only dots:
but not the picture of
connected dots.
the silence when i question,
'was i right, or wrong?'
tantrums where i cried for myself
-- were they moments of misplaced pity?
parallel worlds of disparity.
i've seen beauty, of awesome majesty
alongside bleakness where hope has fled
joy to be had, at the price of even more tears shed.
stories of glory start to lose their sheen.
the pride you took in your victories
only served to dull your heart;
and the spinning ache in your head
could not make sense of Life's realities.
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