~harbor This~

How thoughts will twist,
how words can rot
What we believe,
become what we're not.

The showers will pour
and never rinse clean,
The pain locked within
one can never redeem.

How still this heart
a'beg to beat,
Calm never fills,
when want turns to need.

Grant only one wish...
free me of this,
Pain comes in waves
adrown in remiss.

I try with words,
yet can't explain,
I harbor a place
for me and my pain.

1-07-06

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