Frozen day becomes plainly gray,
Fighting battles day by day,
A different one just the same
And nothing anymore seems ever right.
Sad and gentle soul of all souls
With no place now to call your own,
Giving love was so cool for a while,
Till its painful sword cut you down...
Heart growing ever so tired,
Lonely and worn-out as the very streets that you walk,
So many times carrying now a summary of burdens...
Dreams...of what love and life has always denied you.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2004
