(1991)
Pent up passion
pressing to be poured out
from a heart so full
it is empty;
Praying for an outlet
of expression to accept
offerings from within
to without;
Pleading for release
from the ravages
of unrequited desire.
Left in silence.
Hoping for hatred
instead of apathy.
For in this hate
there is hope:
an acknowledgment of existence.
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