Quandary
Should I
break my stone thoughts
'till dust upon my skin
satisfying sack cloth sorrow
reaching as a beggar reaches stained hands
sleeping without weight or 'morrow
having crushed thoughts of you
forever gone...
Should I?
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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