he walked in doubt
all his life
she said
there has got to be something
to which you're moving to
he felt his soul cry out
when he fell to the ground
one more time
it seems to be a holocaust day again
the tears on my face feel the same
it reads without out painfully describing my soul
you have been poisoned
from the water that you've been fed

telephone twisted people
smoking without blowing your mind
the debt has been paid by someone else
not this time
this was not your time

he was running to the ocean of fear,
     thoughts, tears
he is released from the pain
his head
you are jumping off the meteor
my tears

©1998 JMS


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