certainly unkind.
I wish I could find an
eternal escape that's all mine.
But wouldn't that mean suicide?
People who read this usually
look at me strangely,
as if I'm crazy.
Maybe I am.
Maybe we all are.
Feelings are feelings with
nothing to hide.
And strangely, I understand them.
Sadly I see,
Sad I see,
Love is lost.
Peace always escapes our grasping hands.
Barbie Marsh