This place...frozen
night so cold
This feeling...lonely
isolation prevalent
This thought...entrenched
into the very depths of my soul
This writing...sad
fall short of conveying the words
This night...fading
soon to be a gray tommorow
This song...sung before
it's lyric touching, playing my heart
This waiting...unbearable
the verdict forthcoming
Copyright © 2001 Dennis Hicks 12/18/01