I

this shell,
this husk of life,
this meaningless spark
amidst the hurricane of Time,
effortlessly snuffed out by Eternity
like one more bug against the windshield,
if that.

I am

still here,
still struggling,
still vainly hoping
that something I do can matter,
desperately fanning my meager spark
to at least give off a little lasting smoke,
if not fire.

I am completely

empty inside,
empty of passion,
empty of any true emotion
to tell me that I have a soul,
and not just this lukewarm body
people only notice when it suits them,
if ever.

I am completely alone.

11/02/2003

Author's Note: Published in Confluence, a collaborative literature publication between a bunch of Mid-Ohio Valley colleges.

Posted on 11/02/2003
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