No One to blame for the insanity,
Cant justify all totally,
As consequence of prior destinies;
More twisted fate
And the fire in me,
Conceived thru vulnerability,
As life, untimely injected me.
No antidote to cure a heart,
Infected by a poisoned dart;
As it slips out the venom starts
Out paths opened by anothers heart.
With each short tug there comes a sigh,
Relief as slight as price is high;
Unconditional affections fortify,
Hearts grow strong uncompromised;
The end of all the self-demise,
Facilitates growth inside.
Submitted: March 19, 2001
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