FLOWING
FOLLOWING
FALLING

Too tired to try,
Too tried to be tired.
This,
   The helpless,
            Hopelessness I feel.
I look towards my dawn ~ once brilliant
                                      ~ once cherished
To find that it holds no more than that
                        passing  beauty,
I knew.
I remember.
The sun has risen, yet can afford me no warmth.
I am wandering blindly,
             My eyes slowly adjusting ot the dying light,
Finding no source of solace
                 beyond these hands
that clasp themselves abreast
                 where they have always been.

alli june 96
modified july 98