untitled
what is it to be desperate?
do you really want to know?
i claimed once that i did
He heard me, and answered
words so easy to say
their meaning so difficult to grasp
i became desperate
realizing your imperfection
a slow breaking down of the barriers between you
do you really want to know?
such pride in innocence
and then you fall
do you really want to see?
do you understand the desperation?
unanswered questions plague your mind
basic beliefs altered
not what you once believed
not who you once thought
why did i want to know?
i remain desperate
posted by Leah @ 9:13 PM
2 Comments:
At 3:17 AM,
david said…
i love how (at least to me) the meaning of "desperate" alters over the course of the work... artistic.
beautiful. it and you, sis. :D hope you know you can talk to me whenever... and i don't just say that to be nice and PC-cutesie... drop it whenever; i'm here to hear.
At 7:39 AM,
Ju said…
Hey Leah, Liked the poem. It's nice to see you blogging again. And I'm always right down the hall. I've been praying for you lots.
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