Mark Gittner

Gay Guy juggles his life struggles.
2004-01-15 01:48:40 (UTC)

POEM

Thoughts are slow
Lost inside
Find them not
Tainted by the world
Lost the purity
And light of innocence
Childhood lost?
Never had
My soul thirsts for that which is nowhere
In a place of pain
In a place of night
Rays of light
Pass through
Never to warm
The inky blackness of space
Space inside
Where the heart should be
A fetus floating in preserves
Never to grow
Never to decay
Childhood
Nevermore.


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