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the claws of wounded vengeance

have sunken themselves into my my skin

leaving me feeling ill at ease and inadequate

yet again

since I last successfully wrote

I don't know how long it has been

I'd like to discontinue this particular process

of self elimination

but as yet I can't quite say when

many a better man than I before has walked down

this path of self destruction wearing much thinner

shoes

these eyes to my inner soul stay wide awake

and follow my many mistakes everywhere they choose

to move

this fascination I have to acquire the clearly

unattainable

is if anything at all, its at least debatable

I cry for the sad little girl deep inside who so

desperately wants to be something better

she tries to break free of my destructive strong hold

but I refuse to let her

fear isn't really fear until its full blown and felt

often in he past , at its feet of superiority

I have humbly knelt

perhaps along the way I came up a little short on the

making of the ultimate sacrifice

but eventually everyone ends up wanting a little

piece of Americana

even if its only one small slice

but for everything we do wrong or otherwise

there in lays a price

which usually ends with our demise........

( written July 28,1991 pm)