rambling poem...

no you, no we

sometimes the struggle within
clouds my meager vision
so I see only my selfish needs
i hate that about me.

after we talked i felt bad then
was pushed into a decision
i would control my nasty deeds
i'd wait for you, was heart's decree.

i would ask for forgiveness, amen.
you heard me with precision,
from soul's darker depths, it still bleeds
your sympathy is my only plea.

you come around now and again
within a gray, dim, tragic vision
i'm still here with all my needs
but there is no you... there is no we.