"Pools"   7 - 2 - 05

i wish to move

but i cant

i wish to express

and only rant

i long to feel

but nothing's real

and i desire

to quickly expire

tearing a path

over the dirt

this moist salt

pats my shirt

and sobs are heard

only by walls

and desires are echoed

by hollow walls

once more i beg

for a reply

as the world dims

i stare with pool-eyes

the dim light bending

giving me hope

but it's rays only magnify

the steep, downward slope

hands meant for loving

now only console

as the pools drain

into a voidal hole

now numb and prepared

absolutely resolute

the heart fills with despair

and actions become acute....

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