Frustration burns in my soul.
Where do I start?
When did all my troubles begin?
Was it to feel the burning
joy in my heart?
Was it the time of month
when birds sing in joy?

All I can remember is the
empty foot print you left in me.
There is no more hope in me.
There is nothing but the
coldness of what I once was.

I feel so alone sometimes,
and even in the crowd of my
closest friends and comrades,
I feel the longing.
A longing past the stars
and the moon in the sky.

I desire freedom,
but from what?
What is that drives me
so sad like an empty
headed sparrow I sing
my tragic ballad.

Why is it that I feel
so empty in a nest
full of exotic images and gadgets?
What have you done so
that I may become so
empty in my search.

I want to cry sometimes,
but for what reason?
I want to smash my chest
like a bird I forget
that sings a beautiful song,
and impales his chest into a
thorn.

I'm searching for something,
but all I get is a deeper
imprint of your foot
as you leave me stranded in
the dark moonlight.

08/04/2003

Posted on 08/05/2003
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