The silence is deafening
Only the steady hum
Coming from the air conditioner breaks the solidarity
Used to be able to sleep
Now toothpicks are permanently tattooed to my eyelids
Used to be able to sing
Sweet like the birds
Mating in the springtime
Now it?s all gone
The life, the trust, the unabashed love that we made
Your eyes are dull
Where once vivid images of love swam freely
Mine are of course cold and rigid
Lost in a sea of torment and greed
That little princess in me
That longs for the finer things in life,
Though I know I will never find them.
My hunger will never be satiated
I cannot find it within myself
Sure I am a great psychologist
Philosopher even
When it comes
to them,
But deep inside of me
There is no answer
Only blackness
Overwhelming,
Twisting,
Melting,
Eating away
At the very core
Of my intellect
My emotion
My being
Strange how unfeeling I have become in
The calmness of my soul

01/04/2002

Posted on 01/04/2002
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