Thursday, June 25, 2009

No Will

He comes to me
Not when I ask him
But when he wants to.


I have no say
No will of my own
But I don’t mind
This state I exist in
When he is with me


Ecstasy and despair
Entwine around my soul
He takes me to such heights
And guides me through my lows


Bound by my thoughts,
My feelings, my despair.
I simply exist.

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