alone
03.09.2005


I think it's happening

again,


These...
thoughts inside,
that tell me
what I should be
wanting,
feeling,
yearning for
                  again,
These...
lonely nights
in bed.


I'm looking straight
ahead but,
it's not making any
sense

to me.


I want to run
                   away,
to leave it all
behind,
but I find it
difficult yet
to flee.

It doesn't make much
sense

to me.


They say I'm not yet
                               broken,
but with a mind that
doesn't flinch,
it would all make
sense
to me.