To Yuko (31-10-1999) |
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My heart burns with a low heat, rumbles in my chest, with occasional stabs of remembering pain. What have i done, all are loved, all are lost. I wander in the wilderness, lonely without a guide. I long for the confort of a father's arms, a mother's words. My God, why have I forsaken Thee. I float away on a river of searching, a torrent of confusion - rushing through my brain, screaming at every turn, no way out, no light, all are loved, all are lost None will stay, all are longed for. I want, I can't, but still I yearn. Torn between heart and mind my body falls asunder. My tortured brain screams, and my heart screams back. |
Screams of pain, of hurt, of unconfidable thoughts, deeds - a secret life. A closed door. How can I communicate to a world so alien. I do not belong. Here. Anywhere. Home is where the heart is. Not anymore. Not anywhere. Crushed beneath a mountain of ruin - a shaking pile. I cannot tell, they cannot help - loneliness like a fog- shrouded island. The mists part, but no hope is found. Darkness is coming. |