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Saturday, July 25, 2009

Driving home on a Saturday night.

I see you and your wicked ways

rush
crush
careen toward some Mad End.
wanton eyes
wandering feet
darkened mind sin bent
yet empty.
look for peace and find none.
cry out where is hope
there is none

I feel your pain and cry with you
since when have you spoken truth- -
even to yourself?
Hope is here,
take it at my hand
I wait for you
I will always wait for you

1 comments:

rindi.roo said...

It needed something more...I felt the ending, but didn't quite express it till now.