damocles

sweet memories of what seemed like
moments ago
still replay themselves inside my
head.
and in one fell swoop you pulled the
mountains out from under me.
so kind the waiting knife
that reaches well into our souls.
the problem is this...
how can i resist?

oh, i know this joke!
it�s the one where
i find myself with a question
for the lies.
once again,i must know
the where�s and the whys.
then there i am
standing in the same old place
as i�ve done so many times before
looking up with asking eyes
into the wise face
that chooses
to never
clue me in.

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[wizthom]

LISTENING TO THE WIND AS IT TALKS TO THE TREES,
YOU WILL FIND ALL THE ANSWERS YOU SEEK,PEACE LOVE THE WRITE ,
I SAW AN ANGEL LOOKING AT GOD,PEACE WIZTHOM