Can't
you see your failure
painted
on every line
you
could be so much more
than
drunk on mental wine.
And
when others seek you
will
you hide your face,
would
you rather feel your nails
than
look upon disgrace?
So
feel my anguished hunger
the
spikes so deep within
so
immerse in perfect tension
where
all your passion ends.
Rainbough
Bouchard
copyright
1998