“At first, you’re trying to fill a hole.
However, eventually you realize that
It has no bottom.
“You know your capacity to love
Is down somewhere within it,
Yet still you fall.”–
This is a terrible thing to think, I know,
Beyond even grieving over,
You tell me that you can’t comprehend me,
I admit that I too tire easily of myself,
my hurtful obscurity self-inflicted.
Well, somewhere up there is the light that shines
Upon all things, not to illuminate them
But to mark our places of convergence.
“Take my hand.”
Simple, yes, but it just might
Copyright 2011 by Michael Marsters.
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