Cherished,little by little we become belittled,jilted and multiplied, perhaps identified, conforming…
Oh — how the winter winds are cold.Yet I must go, I could not stay.It is not safe — or so I’m told.
Long ago, I heard wailing over the tears of others,missed opportunities to say ‘I love you’…
Diluted by sanctions reduced by the ether,wants become needs and needs occupy direction…