Sun colored wood under glass,
a table set in thanks
hides thanks hidden well within.
Only screams of anger
silent shouted pain
drowns whispered cries of love.
Hearts sundered from hearth
set drifting from their moors
washed out to a lonely sea.
You guarded that treasure
locked away safely
guarded from whom?
From me.
Yet you then use your love
like a curse, carelessly thrown
uncaring of the pain you cause.
Or do you care?
Though you claim you do not,
care so much that your pain
passed through me, returns to you
harming you as you harm me.

© 1997 kithan@mindspring.com

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