Monday, June 04, 2007

Unrequited

It will not go, it will not lie,
It will not sit, and will not die.
It won't be buried 'neath the ground.
It shan't be silent, shan't be drowned.

No grave, no wings to fly away,
No sight of end, no final day,
No haven sought, aspiring rest,
Just constant thought, and bitterness.

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