At Rhodes
You stand alone again tonight,
arms raised to the sky.
Waiting for the day
to be freed from pain and its' causes.
You stand there,
as indecipherable as The Colossus at Rhodes.
Your emptiness crushes me.
Much like that weathered stone I feel.
Unheard
and unable to hear.
-Eros 9-9-01
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