the hours that pass
taunt me
because I am still
bleeding from the mouth
not allowed to strut my stuff
I hear things from God
less so now than I use to
but they bring me a hope
I can't really hold on to
My arms stretch out
to pull him closer
and there for a second
I feel evasive
like the cold stars
that have not
brought us together
I am a woman
I should be on to
bigger things
but this charge
is still lingering
and I cannot complete
even vague sentences
anymore
nor do I want to