Through Grief

Adrift in time and space.
Life lived in isolation.
Swift and solitary race
of utter desolation.
Desiring a touch of grace.
Finding only violation.
Intricate, the masks of tattered faces.
Searching out the inner expectation.
Lost within a memory's embrace.
Spirit seeking liberation.
In a fleshy tomb encased.
Adrift in time devoid of grace.
Rising up within the desolation.
Intricate, the tattered lace
of love's deep desperation.
In eyeholes never born to see
through grief...

? Michaelette ?

11/11/2005
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Take me home . . .