Copyright©1998 Stacey ________
"A Plea of rescue"
A plea of rescue
goes unheard by the
eyes I search
apprehensive looks of hope
draped with my air of dread
here in my failure
a body eroding from the herth
are my insides as corrosive and misshapen
as the back that defines my bones and nerves
When we were inside the one
I swear i never even heard your name
This is not the route to hell
Only the backbone of pain
Is this voice inside of me
Genuine or whiplash of thought?
Everywhere is another mirror
echoing the thoughts I can't hear
Copyright©1998 Stacey ________ "Plea of Rescue"
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