Monday, February 8, 2010


I curse myself for this now
I fear what I know in myself
and I loathe that fey voice
in my mind that screams
I need you
even when I need so little
This is so deep it sickens
it is as old as breath
and lingers on in time
revisiting the defiant self
again in this lifetime
it pains till there are tears
drains the voice through sobs
now I am as much yours
as you have become mine
I fear the depths of this
as much as the heights
but I need you
more than I fear need
I can no longer doubt
that it's you I need

© 8 February 2010
Cynthia Ryder

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