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I hate this haze 
Of hurting red 
A life so drained 
No wail on my lips 
Not a tear to shed 
An abyss of dreams 
Going down, down, down 
There's no bottom 
No walls to hold 
No sea....yet I drown 
My feet are not wet 
No gashes on my skin 
No scars to show 
How my heart bleeds within

 
But does it bleed? 

I used to feel trickles 
Of a flowing warmth 
In another life 
Another age 
A long forgotten want 
If wishes were horses 
Maybe beggars would ride 
But I would just ask 
For some tears, 
Some blood 
A thorn in my side 
Some hurting 
Some needing 
A yearning that cries 
Anything 
But this stoic acceptance 
Anything 
To remind my desert sand 
That a weathering wind 
Is still alive!

MS