| A Blessing or A Curse? You call me to tell me that you miss me. And that you love me. I know that it is true. But we are dreaming dreams that we should have long ago denied. Hoping when there is little left to hope for; that devious disease of heart and head. |
| Cursed cruelty and obtuse optimism. When did Desire's dream escape its tomb...that god-made-pottery where Hope was once kept? Did Pandora open up her wicked clay again? So to spew its most evil content across the earth and into my life? Even Time�s blunt blows and rough doses of reality do not hinder my malady. This illness invades my mind every moment growing in strength; As I hope that tomorrow brings you to my arms. Tortured and still tempted to trust... I reach out to you and hold hard my cherished childish delusion; that someday, somehow love will suffice. Marina Joann Hammond |
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