Someone. Somewhere.


I was on the edge of anywhere
and I stood motionless before
a sea of tortuous thought and hate
seething, pulsing, breathing.
All I had to do was fish.
But I resisted the urge of death.
"Anywhere but anywhere", I cried out.
And He took my hand
and led me to a somewhere.

I'm just a no-one
trying to tell any-one
about a some-one
who loves every-one.


Copyright 2003 by pauly hart