lover of a warrior

by oakland jones

Posted to Utterances on 2002-01-30 15:48:00

the uncertainty is there
never ceasing to bite and tear at the soul
leaving open discomfort and inerasable scars
and while attempts are made to stroke and lick the ego clean
there is always the feeling of helplessness
covering the tattered self with blankets of a chilled life
put on hold to wait out the unknown
and ironically time presses on
almost certainly