this is denah's broken heart

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    this is denah's broken heart

    and here we go
    again
    same old shit
    it never
    ends
    over and over-
    relentless
    there's no button
    or brakes
    to end
    this
    the ridiculous game I play
    all alone
    sorry
    it's the only one
    I own
    so of course
    I play it
    rather well
    but it's lead
    me to
    a life that
    feels like
    hell
    and I can't
    see the forest
    because there's
    so many trees
    and I'm bruised
    and battered
    begging on my
    knees
    for someone
    something
    to ease my
    pain
    to love me
    and hold me
    and shelter me
    from the
    rain
    that pours
    endlessly in
    my lonesome heart
    and drowns my joy
    before it
    can start
    because
    no matter
    who I love
    or how I try
    to my soul's
    sole request
    love offers
    no reply
    and so I sit
    helplessly
    searching
    obsessively
    for something
    to fill me
    warm me
    and thrill me
    for at least
    one time
    on this
    lonesome journey

    21 jan 01

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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