defi2009–present |
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stone1994–1993 |
2 February 2001
I feel so far away.
Strangely detached
yet keenly observant.
Lost within myself.
Overwhelmed by that
which I do not understand.
Where is my patience
now that I must
wait upon myself.
Where is my strength
now that it is I
whom I must carry.
Where is the salt
with which I am
to savor this wounded heart.
Copyright © 2001 Charles Fry
eternal Your guarded silence is a wall I sleep blindly at the bottom of a fish tank, My world is lost unto myself that i There are days The only true measure solace sentenced to a living death sometimes my love nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky windows With each new birth