I am I
therefor I cry
in subtle pained expression
the terrible
makes room for
the hope of
the altered sublime
we wake in wild reason
saturated in misspent guilt
the flaw lies in
the impotence of awe
itself
while ever tireless remains
the malcontent
periodically the upsurge emerges
triumphantly familiar
the punitive damage
is but a path of silent help
that the inner search
takes in detour
groveling some days
for even the most
none too specific honesty
derived from
pure, raw emotions
spent....................
(Feb. 2, 2009 244am)
know .. you are you and no match, but you are what the some one is making you... great melissa, theme is good and impressive and well done in rhythmic way with broad vision...