Thursday, December 11, 2008
The wait is luckless
In a heart’s unopened gate.
To fall deeper and reach nowhere is
Harsh, like thousands of feet trampling
My head, limbs, body
Hence the distance,
Lest the risk of settling for someone less,
Without questioning the desired leap of faith
For the unfaithful and faithless.
The gravity of torment crushes me.
In my heart occurs
The most horrible stampede.