Gray skies in the morning
light as I ponder if the
rain would cleanse my
soul clean.

The early lark screams
so loudly as I try
to shrug of the cold
sweat from the night before.

I stare in the mirror
with doubts on my mind
if existences was merely
a cowards end to inherit
this world.

I question the meaning
of fear and joy in this
world for all I can do
is hope for some sort of
feeling.

A pin prick is all that
I can compare to how
she made me feel so long ago.
I can hardly remember
what she looked like or
how the feeling of being
in love actually felt now
and days.

I try to block my memory,
and block the fear inside
my chest as I walk the streets.
One question jumbles in my
mind from all the past hardship
I can only imagine what you
will never understand.

There is little to fear in death,
because in the end we are going
to face the very sticky situation.
The only fear I have is to live
life and make the right choices
that I will never get to make.

08/02/2004

Posted on 08/02/2004
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