2/3/05
There are no pleasant words to describe it.
Only your words can comfort it.
How have the words ignored it
Making it feel alone.
The words in it are absent.
Credit with the weakness feels it.
Nothing has made contact with it
No one has tried to talk to it.
Making it feel alone.
Said once your words can comfort it
And hope wishes did it
Heart is what it is
Sad is what it feels
And your words are its only joy