Dec 21, 2002 19:05
Empty she crawls in
Brow wet
She lies exhausted
Stomach growling
Hungry
Unable to find
One to see her soul
One to be as she needs
To surround
A place to belong
Hollow, dark, damp
Heart just still beats
He wakes her
She feels him…. …but not for her
She tastes him ……< licks her lips>
Knowing he neither sees or needs her.
Wisdom challenges her………
‘Be strong’ it says.