Billings, MT USA
My tired soul cries for an answer
to the question I do not yet know.
I will not be a nebbish dancer
to the music of my petulant foe.
I have been waiting for the snowfall
to secure me in such wholesome warm.
I've been caught up in this free for all
and unmindful to its shape and form.
I always knew where I was going.
I discerned my path in the vanguard.
With one swift, harsh blow, I am knowing
I'll never forget that I am scarred.
I live each day of dramatic flair
behind this infected personna,
melting under each succeeding stare
with the grace of a primadonna.
There is nothing left to hold on to
besides the memories that linger.
I am hurt and abandoned by you-
uniform to my doffed ring finger.
©1999 Erin Solari
Erin has asked again that I post a piece for her. Thank you.
"Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior."
[This message has been edited by ~one voice~ (edited 12-04-1999).]