Wine - October 4, 1998

This wine of
bitterness
that flows within the soul
slowly travels 
from heart 
to throat
to mind

There is no real
answer to this thirst
of bitterness
that has
bitten me

Free will has
long since been 
something
that I dream of
but do not hope for

Attempts to assert
oneself
are as futile
as ice on
a warm 
summer's day

One day 
it will come to an end
where all things sought
are found

Where freedom
of the soul
is found from
without
as the spirit
slowly
drifts away