Its Release

There, within his touch -
it spoke so much that he had
never dared to say. While all
the rage he'd held at bay, found
its release within the innocence
of her.

Sorrow there, and pain become
the agony he'd built his life upon.
Running, always running, still -
it caught back up to him, as he
assigned himself another
punishment.

Weak and tired, sick and wired,
every move he made preplanned
by someone other than the heart
he lived; loving moments always
banned in the same ungiving ways.

There, within his touch -
it spoke so much that he had
never dared to say. While all
the rage he'd held at bay, found
its release within the innocence
of all he held most dear.

Empty, aching days and nights.
Nothing ever felt just right -
but her...

? Michaelette ?

10/06/2002
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