Looking for love, which is not there…feeling, not seeing.
Shivering, shake it off, life is not fair…still, is it Dad or Mom?
Both have been gone…dying in my youth…beyond the rim of my reality.
Still I feel them, radiating love…knowing the truth…of my spiritual malady.
by C. R. Binion
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
Looking for love, which is not there…feeling, not seeing.
Shivering, shake it off, life is not fair…still, is it Dad or Mom?
Both have been gone…dying in my youth…beyond the rim of my reality.
Still I feel them, radiating love…knowing the truth…of my spiritual malady.
by C. R. Binion
