My mind is well-ridden of fear,
but my heart beats inconsistently.
If 'forever' was a means to one moment's happiness,
you have tightened the clamp on torment.
I feel deserted with no probable cause,
and I determine my mind needs you
more than my being discloses.
Consequence without a stimulus-
I assume what I deserve is no matter.
Just as the world's suffering with never cease,
I concur this pain will remain as well,
so I wipe away yesterday and conclude tomorrow will be no different.
(02 March 2004)
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