Thursday, March 4, 2010

Torn

I extend,
I reach,
I cower.
I want to;
I'm eager.
But I can't.
My body is torn,
this direction and that.
My mind is the compass-
deceitful,
indecisive.
Do I choose one
and forsake the other?
Or do I choose neither,
and live forever lonely;
not knowing?

3/4/10 EF

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