Untitled Sitting by the window looking out Darkness outside and within. Alone, truly alone, Desolation and loneliness, Companions in spirit, Enemies of my happiness. Has all hope gone? Does no goodness remain? Questions encirciling always, neverending, Hollow thoughts reverberating throughout my soul. Questions only, never answers, Echoes in my mind, Haunting. Peace, Distant, fleeting memories Of a time long past and mostly forgotten, Lost even to myself, Dim reflections of what once was. Will it never come again? Shadoman 07/22/97


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