Wednesday, July 1, 2009

What He Has

He has his pain and
It stretches for days
He has his cries and
His victimless ways

He has the moon and
The loss of the night
He has the knowledge
The wrong and the right

He has his oneness and
Imaginative trials
He has the loathing and
Sadness for miles

He has no credence
But steps in stealth
He has no sympathy
And refuses all help