Sometimes I feel completely powerless...
Weightless and weak beside the rising winds,
Feeble as I hide under my duvet
Beside a blind which covers a window
Looking out over the empty street.

Sometimes I feel similarly when I am
Ignorant and inarticulate before you,
Hiding behind the screen and the miles
And unintentionally concealing
The love for you, which
I can somehow never get close to expressing...
Except like this.

Sometimes, when I write, I feel
Fragments of my soul pass down my arm,
And flow onto the page through
Fingers and pen. They leave me,
Emptier than I was...
And one day I may be completely hollow.

Sometimes I feel as if I am hollow already,
That I have given out all the love
And pain that I ever had,
And that I have at last been
Delivered from the curse I am to so many.

Sometimes I feel the need for a heart,
A soul pulsating inside of me again,
So this eternal internal winter
May at last be over.

Sometimes I feel the warmth
Of love inside me again,
Like when we talk, and I feel
Your words wrapped around me, like
I wish your arms could be,
And I feel the smile on your face
As I dispense one more typically inept
Pearl of foolishness from my weak mind.

Sometimes I feel nothing at all.

12/28/2001

Posted on 12/28/2001
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