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Victim
The heart bears the burden
of past unforgettable love
it struggles with every beat
in defeat
like a dove without wings
it tries to fly
futile
for your not there
to be its sky
Direction of the wind changes
rearranges
travels to familiar places
forgotten faces
will not leave
though we will weave
never will the traces
left behind...disappear
always there
etched into the soul
forever
Prophesies and Socrates
never could have predicted
this much pain
that I have become addicted
to be sure
there is no cure
like wet is to rain
the heart bitten by your love
waits and forever remains
the victim...of your love
Copyright ©-2001 Dennis Hicks
" I would rather die having spoken after my manner, than speak in your manner and live”---Socrates
