Wrath of Lasting Hopes

May 3, 2009

Hollow heart for a starving cause.
Sorrow binds a frantic mind.
Overbearing lungs and steaming flesh
All commit to a sense:
Forward is the direction
Of a quickening pace.
Sheening skin, cooling.
Face the detriments of confident distaste.

And the bellowing of soul,
Verses in and down a movement
Captured between stone and glass.
Hearty laughs despite the highs and
Outward delay of delight.
The pleasure of serving none but the self
In doubt of what can be considered health;
It is the wrath of lasting hopes.

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