In the darkness the hours are endless,
...............hopeless, helpless,
dragging on and on,
forbidding the light to shine into this gloomy existance.
In the aftermath of a love long dead
I have become oblivious to the world
I presumably live in.
(night after endless night...night after endless night....................
I feel as if I will drown in the pool of tears I have cried,
and there will be no one around
to pull me out,
to send the word my pain is no more.
These are pitious words I have written
selfish and uncaring
as to the feelings of those
who love me indeed.
I am lost in a world of dillusion.
I have created my own prison walls.
I must be happy here within
as I have made no attempt at escape.
My soul is bound,
to the memory of a touch............to the sound of a whisper.
Languishing in this feeling of despair
I am happy here..............with the entity...........I call my love.

Robin g. Powell
march 15 2008 12:38 am
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