Sunday, July 25, 2004

Spiral

One cursory glance,
of contempt,
as i look towards -
things i cannot change,
deliberating,
then finally letting go.
One last chance,
against temptation,
as i look skywards,
in a cry to heaven,
to remove me,
lift me,
from this quagmire,
from this cesspool-
we called it the World,
our World.

jo