sitting, alone, with friends
I wait; for the unexpected.
the absurdness of it all...
everything stacked in rows

the ceaseless pounding of the drums
always in my ear, always in my head
I can hear them.... please don't go
alas, alas! the fear, the pain ---

where are you? come back!
I didn't mean to listen
they are always there
but never here

the music - here, again
boom; blast, shine!
coming closer, and closer
no! I'm not listening

I hear you. I hear you.
I love you. Please stay.
don't go. but you're gone.
never to return

i know it, I have for ever
and.... but, no, no no.
i can't think, concentrate
on the present - the past!

there it is, again, and again
here, in my mind. just me
only my mind. the struggle
it controls me. it does.

10/11/2001

Posted on 10/11/2001
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