We all know what it feels like when
we realize there is nothing else, all
is over, the time we thought we had
does not belong to us
There is no-one who cares - or if there
were, they cannot reach us – if we have
to struggle on into nothingness,
nowhereness
Please forgive me if I am dark tonight,
given over to sadness, knowing there
are no guarantees that any free
individual would
Ever reciprocate our overtures of friendship;
firmly believing in FREEDOM as the MOST
BASIC HUMAN RIGHT, I respect
your mood swings
Religiously – even when I bleed
profusely…
Margaret Alice
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/even-when-i-bleed-profusely-4-26-2008/
