Are You Me? By Laurenceaux

Are You Me? Raft alone at sea are you me? Do you nurture souls or are you empty. Do you offer hope or failure are you bright for all to see, or encrusted and bitter, near invisible and low in the life of sea. Is there warmth inside you, softness to ease despair, do you offer succour are you capable of care. Raft alone at sea do not become me.

Copyright © Laurenceaux 2008

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