the agonizing need for acceptance

we cannot escape

but only numb the pain from the seperate

and deeply seed the thoughts that grow

so they may root as strong as though

there were no other thought

that begot

and interest as pure as fresh sunlight

and the look,

so demure and lost

in time

as memory fades I couple my thoughts

to regrow and rebirth

from a cause for wrath

and the need to swallow reality

until my dreams become

and he is not a faded wish

or haunting entity

but the truth of being that

which I am