Relay-Version: version B 2.10 5/3/83; site utzoo.UUCP Posting-Version: version B 2.10.1 exptools 1/6/84; site ihuxk.UUCP Path: utzoo!watmath!clyde!cbosgd!ihnp4!ihuxk!mhauck From: mhauck@ihuxk.UUCP (M.J.Hauck) Newsgroups: net.poems Subject: Sad poems Message-ID: <824@ihuxk.UUCP> Date: Tue, 11-Dec-84 17:54:46 EST Article-I.D.: ihuxk.824 Posted: Tue Dec 11 17:54:46 1984 Date-Received: Wed, 12-Dec-84 06:01:36 EST Organization: AT&T Bell Labs, Naperville, IL Lines: 34 Call to Death 12/10/84 Death, do you hear me? I call to the night For night is made for death Shadows, hid not your terrors I seek out the horrors For shadows mask the reality Cold blackness, the lack of life I reach forward groping For cold is the end of existence Death, why must you hide? I desire the met you For death will give peace Mary Hauck My Hurt 12/11/84 The hurt was great, my spirit lost a void left when he ripped out my heart it will not heal, the wound is to large living is painful, when nothing is left The dream became a nightmare A healing is trying to take place the bleeding has stopped Yet my heart is gone No trust is left, I'll never trust again I will survive, but not whole Mary Hauck May my spirit fly with yours Please forgive, Its been a bad week.