interlude | |
so now what? | |
she turns and faces | |
this desert of endlessness -- | |
endless decisions | |
endless remorse | |
endless guilt | |
and the feeling that | |
no matter which way | |
she will turn | |
she'd find someone | |
to tell her she's wrong | |
so she sits - | |
quietly relishing time | |
until someone | |
finds her. | |
© Jon Bohrn (1998) |
August Moon © 2001 KayDee C. - Angel August's Abode |