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Confusion

I'm erratic and lazy,

On the border between sane

and insane.

But I do believe in true love

Sitting in a black room,

With a black sky,

Leaning against this black tree,

Stroking a black cat,

In a black world.

Life...Death

Love...Hate

Light...Dark

Remembering...Dreaming

Wanting...Needing

What's the difference?

I saw us growing apart there.

Yes, I have been happy

     under a green forest canopy.

But now I'm terrified

I will be alone.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Ummm...this poem is really old.  It is from my less grounded days.

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©11 January 2002 - 1:57am — netter2_98
26 June 2003 - 2:00am — Baby Rani (not verified)
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i love it

2 February 2002 - 5:44pm — Robert LaFountain (not verified)
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Great expression Annette! I can relate so well to your words. Sometimes love just seems so elusive, like the pursuit of the butterfly...the more you chase it....

I too can relate to the terror of being alone, especially after sitting under that green forest canopy. I have learned that no matter what happens in relationships, as long as I have a primary relationship with my Creator, I have myself and the rest will follow in my Creator's time.

Thanks for sharing such intimate thoughts as you have in this poem.

Bob