Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Other People's Hearts

At times a child is consumed with
thoughts of self inflicted demise
Teen years are options
a heart is unwilling to entertain
What's wrong with being like a parent
a father, taken?
Some answers do not matter much.

Surviving encounters
pressing forth - onward
to new trials/tests of endurance
Only companion a demon minus an angel
Whispering decay, steadily into being
Drawing breath only to topple
to feathers of stress

To survive another day, after
day, after another day
Maybe? Yes
How does someone really lose a game?
Just remembering that
love exsists in other people's hearts,
isn't always enough, though.

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