The sustained attack of words,
Words fly towards me, their torrent
Their torrent is too strong, drowning
Drowning, what do I Believe in?
In Passion? I can’t find it,
It swells around in the thoughts,
The thoughts of others; eloquently,
Eloquently, angrily, sadly the web,
The web of belief spins itself away,
Away from me, left behind, I,
I marvel at the days, the weeks,
The weeks, the years, until,
Until I find a passing thread,
A thread that means as much
As much to me as I need it to
