| DEEP FEELINGS |
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There are feelings deep in me. Like rocks hidden in the deepest part of the river. People like wild fishes swim safely among them. Sometimes -- gently brushing against them leaving behind a small bit of themselves. There are feelings deep in me. Like a forgotten bucket at the bottom of a well. People like parched miners laden to draw one fresh cup. Sometimes -- quenching a thirst leaving behind the sweet saliva of themselves. There are feelings deep in me. Like emotional scars hidden behind a scared child's eyes. People like mirrors stand before me reflecting my fears and dreams. Sometimes -- fogging the glass leaving behind the distorted funhouse mirrored images of themselves. There are feelings deep in me. Like pennies pitched into a wishing well. People -- like amusement park visitors toss their dreams at me like unwanted change. Sometimes -- digging deep in their pockets leaving behind a cold steel slug as worthless as themselves. |
J.B.D. 12/30/96
What we are is directly responsible by all those that touch our lives.