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(Written 3~23~04)



I am empty.

Staring.

At A blank screen entitled “Life”,

Wondering why the words hurt too much to arrange,

Why I feel impaired by hidden meaning.



Broken lines crumble.

Slipping.

I see my heart in the distance,

Beating for another daylight sunrise to pass,

Wishing I was closer to what cannot be seen.



Flowered goodbye ashes.

Memoirs.

Pages yellow and decay,

Like flesh to an old bone,

Forgetting happier times, pushing them farther away.



Trapped in cobwebs.

Epitaph.

Sorrows sweet melodic song,

Envelops in shadowed haunting’s,

Diseases burrowed deep for so long.



Hollowed shell residing.

Devoid.

Whispered wind slips through brain waves,

Fingertips poised unwilling,

Creations no longer staying, collapsed.



I am empty.

Staring.

At A blank screen entitled “Life”,

Wondering why the words hurt too much to arrange,

As I slowly begin to type.