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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