The loneliness is closing in, it's dark and void of life,
It lets the anger take control, and causes all the strife.
The anger is engulfing me, and no one hears the call,
The tears they flow incessantly, and no one hears them fall.
Icy fingers hold my hand, anxiety draws a thin line,
There seems no out of this in, my soul has lost its mind.
This pain is hard to put away, this hurt sure takes it's toll,
Fears they come much quicker now, drowning my tortured soul.
Shadows are surrounding me, so black and bleak and blind,
The path they take has no control, and neither does my mind.
The darkness is so very cold, it takes my breath away,
Indeed my death no one will mourn, and hell will have me stay.
This life I can no longer bear, all hope is lost for me,
Journeys end comes swiftly now, and I am left to be.
This painful knowledge is exact, it knows not how to die,
My life goes on in deep remorse, and I know not why.
Published 1997 "Best Poems of 1997"
March 3, 1993