Healing Waiting Essay, Research Paper
Hark!
Who are you that crashes my night?
That rank and irksome animal that torments me?
With whom shall I confide your darkness,
That reflection of you that mirrors me?
Behold,
I am straining to stay.
Needles finely sharpened,
Pierce.
You are that prickling one that haunts me.
Give me way!
I am but Human.
And thou art but those imaginings greatly tuned.
How must I be?
Let me see not you, myself.
Behold,
I am but a man,
Straining to stay.