November 23, 2006 at 10:09 pm (poem)

sunrise
early morning fear
the light’s warm on my face
way too ineffective
it makes me realize
how cold my cheek ist.

noon
lunch time rage
not red in the face
but burning inside
I wish I didn’t care
but I do.

night
early morning fear
turning into late, dark ansgt
as I wander the streets
my mind can’t rest
looking for a sactuary.

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