"The Delicate Art of You More Than Me"

One page out from one book of mine.



As they drag you down to your lead filled knees,
Begging forgiveness.....please....oh....please!
Why you more than me in our hidden red sea,
Why me all alone as I cry for your pity,
For you at your lowest feeling black as coal,
Sucking it's dust from deep in this hole,
Why you more than me, blinded by pain,
Why me all alone, once more, once again,
Not with good, not with calm, no end in sight,
Just moulded in stone, not one grain of light,
Too tired to laugh, not one of you cries,
Not one tear left in those Hep C eyes,
To share just a little, the tiniest part,
Inject you, feed you, just how do I start,
To lead you, hold you, comfort and more,
The start of something less painful & sore,
Why you more than me, stuck in your hell,
Why me all alone, sealed up in my shell,
Too deep down hidden unable to see,
What can be done to answer your plea,
You're lost, You're cold, I'm useless for you,
It's dark in here for us stale few,
It's all I have known, for all of my days,
This pain, this darkness, this blood soaked haze,
Better avoid me, lest you fall,
Into my trap, deeper, darker, room for you all,
Why me more than you I leave you behind,
Why me all alone, lost forever I find,
So close, so warm, so inviting, so near,
I may have time.........not as much as you I fear.



Jason





(C) JPT 2007