Sunday, September 24, 2006

TWENTY-TWO MOMENTS LATER

Twenty-two breathless moments later
confusion strikes again.
Why is it that only through
the pain of life
can one heart be made of two?

Forked tongues take the place of endless
struggles to find the truth.
All of a sudden we fall
and believe it,
that life itself is empty.

Curses for the trusted parties now,
and deafness to the cries
of one heart to another,
and to ourselves:
"Yes! All the pain is worth it."

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