Friday, December 24, 2004
untitled poem III
i've got the message now
loud and clear
the door's been slammed shut
and i won't get near
waited in trepidation
thought it might come around
false anticipation
nothingness abound
the icy cold confines
of this claustrophobic place
ain't half as closed
nor half as cold
as my soul
in need of a raise