Easily Pleased And At The Same Time Discontent

 

Easily Pleased And At The Same Time Discontent

I am an enigma boiling in my own juice

Of confused red ripened heart

I think to myself in song-less rhymes

Unborn yet ageless in their need to be

And silently screaming, I shout down

Every faded gray wall within my soul

Until I fall into the newly broken day

There you are! I think. There you are!

And I reach forth

Tiny, outstretched fingers digging

Their way out of my being

To grasp the only thing that means anything

In this world to me

Or ever will:

The love I threw away

The love I still see shining on your face.

©by Voo

Jan 11, 2007

9:13 p.m.

face by Mark*

inspired by a line by Ebenezer Stone

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