Sunday, January 3, 2010

Why not me?

"Why me?" I cry,
and it echoes all about.
"Why not?" you ask.

Why not me, couched in joys,
so snug I forgot?
Why not me, when far and wide
a cold night sheathes
trembling limbs, alone as
naked stones in the wind?

Why not mine this pain
of a glitter glimpsed and denied?
Why the searing hurt when sorrow
is the ocean and I have only
a cupful to taste?
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