I have lived So many lives And yet Not one of them Mine.
I gave it to you A gift I could only give But it was meaningless to you So you let it rot.
The clouds linger Low And the rain Mists, Which is very odd For early February In Australia. I've just finished My a nine-hour day, Collapsing into my Bed, Windows bathing me In an overcast glow. For some strange reason I think of you. I think of you, For the first time In three years. … Continue reading You.
He came to me Again last night, Never in flesh Always in my Sleep. He pinned me Down, Helpless my heart Lept. Hands, Too many of them, Grabbed at my body. No matter How much I Struggled, He continued to Go about his Work.