00 PyRo 00 
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(9/14/03 11:47 am)
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A followup poem to Torn - Untitled.
Today -
I read your soul like a book
And now I regret I ever looked
Foremost in my thoughts is disbelief
How can one who seems so dense
Give birth to such eloquence?
My life was defined by one simple gift
Now taken, it leaves an unbearable rift
Next, I am bitter
My pride, my talent, my gift
Stripped from my core
Like smoke between my fingers
Not a hint of it lingers
But jealous most of all
And embarrassed not far back
If life is fair then why do you have everything I lack?
For so long I’ve believed that this was mine
A gift that belonged just to me and one of a special kind
But today -
Today it has been stolen
And I am left alone
Like a child without a light
A bird with wings of stone
3 years now I have pounded these keys
Searching for something
That would make me believe.
Scrabbling blindly for
An inspiration
For my aspiration
But – today -
My dreams have been crushed
My abilities surpassed
My pride obliterated
My life - now worthless.
And now
When I touch these keys
I feel fake
My pride in these
An embarrassing mistake
Once –
Once, I stood facing a fork in the road.
Back then – the choice was difficult
Today – the fork is a single road
Leading to a single result
I am ill equipped for the other path
I saw that – today – when I read your soul
Like a book
And now I regret I ever looked.
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