slowly, I retreat
into the darkness of memory
the crying, the pleading
the hating of life

softly, I listen
for anything around me
but nothing exists
alone; and forgotten

carefully I ponder
existence and creation
why I'm still here
to write endless words

dim light from the window
creates here a shadow
once bright and vibrant
now cold dark and dead

slowly I watch
i wait and i listen
no one is coming
not ever i see

realization kills me
heart sinking heavy
tears swell and drop
i do close my eyes

10/13/2001

Posted on 10/13/2001
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