Pure
By Chalin
seeking an impossible
outcome to a
neverending problem;
my demeanor swallows
me up
so Holy and Completely
hung knowingly by
my lack of restraint
so simply given
up to hide;
presented by a
ceremonious battle
all for surface pleasantries;
the materialistic calamities
are woven into place
built upon one another;
not interchangeable but
so starkly dark and
permanent
it is a painful scene
to see; far more of
an aching emptiness
to write the disturbing out
of my system
*Copyright, 2001
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Published on Saturday, March 10, 2001.
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