by Chad Hollis
I have been thirsty for many years
Yet when you offer cool waters from cupped hands
I can not bring myself to drink from them
Though cold, I can not wrap myself in the warmth
of the blanket you have laid before my feet many times
Burning hunger and emptiness plague me
But I will not feed and fill myself upon your heart
The heart that you have so graciously cut open and placed
before me upon my own table
Go now my angel without wings
Leave me to exist and know
what I could have and yet will not.