Throwing words around
wanting them to mean something
but emptiness comes
if I write what I feel
I would die
nothing seems right
nothing seems real

I sleep quietly alone
night after night
in my dreams I go to better places
I am not alone
I am not empty
with morning comes reckoning
realization of mistakes
life with consequences
day leaves no place to hide

03/12/2003

Posted on 03/13/2003
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