3/08/2009

Save Yourself

I build a ladder to your heart;
each rung a journey into darkness.
I cannot save you from yourself
or me from sadness.

There is a place filled with light,
instinctive and wild. It's not easy
to survive its scorching heat. I
cannot save you from your weakness

or me from truth.

1 comment:

SarahA said...

I was hoping to read your 'Diary of a Mad Woman'to see if you were as crazy/mad as me, but I find myself in here instead and I am happy, happy. Poetry!
I love the break to the last line, making it stand out, away from the previous stanza.That's what it comes down to sort of thing. You!
Good write, you.