july 29 2001

Troubled mind,
is hard to rest.
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Hopeless,
tormented,
alone,
friendless.
Years I have tried,
to cure a need,
that stems from the soul.
Companionship,
friendship,
one to share one's sorrows,
joys.
endless emotions,
poke their head,
as memories flood in,
of long since thoughts,
of years of torment,
by wenches long since sought,
for friendship,
and condolences,
that turn one sided.
As life weaves,
its unyielding path
for me.