Ease my mind; tell me I'm safe.
Free me, hold my hand. The shake remains a shake and peace
is not conceived.
I'm tired of walking into stone walls...dead ends of life.
Feel the ends of my life--plain to see I'm chasing me.
The bottom looms near. The death breath upon my face sends me
deeper into myself.
I have self pity with little hope of change.
I cannot breathe freely into new life.

Cam Rahn 16 May 1971

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