Monday, March 05, 2007
Lapsed into deep sadness last night and most of today. I know 230 other people are facing the same situation right now, but I can't help feeling all alone. When you know it's really up to you at this time, it's something you've got to face alone, but yet you're yearning for help - somehow, someone, somewhere. It'll be a boon; something unearned but appreciated, but you simply can't expect. What will it be then? Dreams, prophecies of revelation? For fate to be kind to a battered soul? Or sudden precociousness and expertise?
What can't be seen - the infernal battle raging on inside the head, trampling on grounds that were much earlier charred to the ground, reduced to dust, with the dull red glow of a dying sun.
I must be grateful.
Sitting in a darkened dungeon
Silence humming, thickened air
Can't breathe.
Scattered pieces of paper and scribbles
Speaking voices in the head
Can't concentrate.
Sudden realisation
Seeing all but nothing
Can't pull this off.
Wenky
3:08 PM
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