A place for prayer.
A Poem
Published on June 17, 2007 By Hazel Target In Poetry
I remember being homeless
how my spirit ached for peace
I remember wanting, needing
passion dimmed by darker hungers
than I'd ever seek to fill.

I remember shadowed corridors
the kind that crawls with paramours--
the ones I thought I'd buried
I feigned freedom as I carried
rusted needles filled with freedom
bottles brimmed with thick release

For demons are like loves: they never die.

on Jun 19, 2007
17 years dry and I still want to get loaded.

Great job, from one you knows.