Thursday, August 11, 2005


Fountain Pen


I lost a thing the other day
While going about my routine
It was of some import to me
I wonder, what could it have been?

It slipped my grasp and slid away
Or did I let it go?
A vague remembrance of something...
...I know I had once long ago

All I have are these myriad scars
No memory of cause, no pain to tell...
...Of why these lesions run so deep
New numbness I know too well

There was a reason, there was a rhyme
A raison d'ĂȘtre, a joie de vivre
There was a time that I could feel
Alas, no more. No more.

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