Ourself


love
like a long lost dream
a smile faded
a heart that gropes
for something
more
in the darkness
of ourselves
not satisfied within
not satisfied with out
the pieces still won't
fit
into the puzzle
of ourselves
you turned on me
I had no choice
the murdered feelings
of an emotional homicide
the death
the body
what was...
ourself

©1989 d.A. Sebasstian

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