Unfinished...

With every aching moment
my life moves in and out of focus
When concept and practice fist fight
-- gloves off --
I am left broken
with a bleeding heart
swollen from exposure

I play with old flames
and finally I've learned...
I will get burned
I invite the 3rd degree

What we wish to be
and what we are
are too often not one in the same

Words are my one defense
the ally I claim
Filling the void you choose not to
Yet you disarm me
disengage
walking some fine line
silencing me
without response

I can give you answers
to questions
but only if you're listening

I can give you reasons
for believing
but only if you want to

I can finally give you
what you have asked for
but only to take it for granted

I lie beside eskimos and sand
breathing deeply
bleeding deeply
swollen and aching

Questioning you