"What it is Like"
Copyright © by Wendy L. Hawksley, 30 Jan 2006. All rights reserved.



The darkness in my mind refuses to recede,
and you stand at the center of it.

You will not let me go and I do not want to be free.
I am your willing slave.

Though you are far away, you demand everything of me.
My soul is no longer my own.

Filled with the essence of you, I live in a fog.
I am helpless to your whims.

I hate you because...
I love you.

~ Wendy L. Hawksley 30 Jan 2006


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