Trapped
A want so strong he shies away.
A love so deep he dares not weep.
A dagger felt in his high.
A mist that blinds the untrained eye.
A reach the falls just sort of clouds.
A doubt that take by surprise.
A hunger far stronger still, to stand and fight upon this hill.
And yet for now he must stand still.
Copyright © John Tanaskow | Year Posted 2006
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