silence, I hear nothing.
nothing speaks in the
quiet cold of a
new year. the clock mocks
me. i am
defeated. by silence.
by nothing.
a faint heart barely
beats in the dimly-lit
darkness. stars
overhead outside
describe dozens of scenes
that could have been. . .
why so alone?
why forgotten?
why a mere token of another's
fortitude?
have i no rotten nor
misplaced parts of my own?
have i no silence in the dark
corners of my soul?
have i no heart? - no need
for a symphony of life to be
written for just once
me?
silence, i hear nothing.
and the nothing that is,
remains. despite the
drone of questions and the
offering of a barely there heartbeat.

01/01/2008

Posted on 01/01/2008
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