Ignorance
Profane my name
and light up my eyes,
let me help
by turning me away,
know that I care
by refusing to listen-
or be placid, in a fit of anger.
Retract your hand
as I fall into quicksand,
walk away or turn
as I start to burn
either way you leave me.
But to leave you,
this I could never do.
8/5/98
Any and all comments are welcome. Email me at acmedunveiled@netscape.net.
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