CONNIE
MALIGNANCE
I have a pain inside
which lives for me and breathes.
Unseen by others,
hidden beneath the twisted scars...
a wound resides.
The world smirks
and scorns the way I plead.
I writhe upon a bed
of discontent...
clutching my pain tightly to a heart grown weary of the fight.
I am left
with this malignance
to grieve my way into sleep.
No resolution found,
I stare coldly alone
into the night...
~Connie Legters~
2-23-01