meaningful human contact is what I have lacked
the impact being that my sense of tact is no longer
completely intact; the fact is that memories and days
have faded to black, my drive has become slack,
and as Iraq is attacked, so too am I terrorized
by the constant self-conscious insecurity. Will the day come when I can
break off my shackles, retract the distractions that
have protracted my hunger, and redact all these words
that reflect my actual, contemporary self? Yes!?...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment