the other day when I received your brief note,
I didn't know the kind of hell you went through,
So many terrible things had shaken harsh your boat,
A very high price you paid from the stakes that you drew
You stared and stare, into an empty place certain spot,
Wishing you could go back to what you seem to miss,
Into a bottomless pond your soul is trapped and caught,
And you've lost your peace and sleep, at the rate of this.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2005
