Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Dark spaces

I’m walking in dark spaces
No longer sense, feel.. hear

Just one step at a time, feeling
my way, blindly I grope.
Another night, another day.

All the pain from the past,
becomes the comfort that I crave.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

"All the pain from the past,
becomes the comfort that I crave."

So much truth in those two lines..

Pain is addictive in so many ways.

bd said...

Ja.

bd