As lust defiles love,
So loneliness erodes hope.
Many years as seconds,
Now minutes become days.
Engine still runs,
Gauge getting lower.
Fuels cost rises each year.
Intent on the best,
Braced for the worst.
Will it now consume?
Words sent upon wings,
Higher ears hear my plea!
The fingers that point are my own.
Tears be damned,
Rend heart must mend.
Pain shall not define.
Hope now lusts for love.
-J.G.Smith (04/05/05)
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