Member Rara Avis
What Does It Take To Bring Me Joy?
I feel the sweet cessation, of my vapid peace draw near.
The churning of my hatred, begins to cool me, not to sear.
The malady of anger - foeman valiant who's now lost...
A shard of lonely madness, still doth assail and accost.
Kaleidoscopic feelings - are curious and unknown...
Ever the anomalous, as we've fought we've also grown.
Sagacious might - battles on, through a faux veneer of wit.
"Obiter dictum," always; Too obsessive? Never quit!
Narcissistic I'll admit; full of ego, that's my fault...
Let it waver, let it fall, ‘neath the truth of your assault.
Yearning and burning, (cliche) you have given, done your part.
Yield game point, win to you, surely follow dost my heart!
Obscure in verse it may seem, not too much for what we are.
Unmerciful to my heart, you broke through, yet left no scar.
[This message has been edited by Christopher (edited 09-17-99).]