Winds gather up
in meloncholy chorus.
As I stand amongst
the brown sky,
and I wish they
were velvet in
youths gone by.

My soul has become
something different
and darker and full
of something like
spiderwebs.

Fallen allies will
not remain part
of my past as new
ones keep trying to
keep the dead from
dying.

Bitter fingers jab
at my flesh as
the coat I wear
only brings nothing
but weight.

Time simmers by
and I have no hope,
but those of nostalgic
babes in foreign craddles.

Sadness lingers,
but gets bored with me.
And yet all I have
is an empty head
and empty heart.

10/22/2008

Posted on 10/22/2008
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