You pulled me through
without noticing my trail left behind...
Long this path is carved with bone and blood,
how divided a soul becomes as I look
sensing you won't tell answers,
at least not yet.
So as I rise on stone encrusted knees,
seeking some sign to bestow
itself upon me,
I know this wait,
will be long.
3-21-06
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