my words and thoughts
are less frequent now
the words that gave me hope,
the thoughts that gave me freedom
but the blame lies within
which only twists the blade
that much deeper
I see so much
and I do so little
the absence of touch
of sharing
of caring
circumscribes the vacuum
of my private hell
*
quicksand struggles
lung tightening confinement
tertiary blindness
falling on knees
tears in midair
frozen in time
face lifted upward
bathed in caustic light
impaled by pity
lost to all
found by none
last breath
and now gone
*
but more chapters remain
different endings exist
the struggle never ceases
like the tide
rhythmic ebbing
subtle sand patterns to interpret
discovering the good
found in caring friends
the ones who know
what to forgive...
the ones who know
what to treasure...
about me
From – The Sky I See In My World
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Copyright 2005
Patrick M. O’Neil
Full Image – Torrey Pines State Park Sunset 2012
