2002 Poetry

dark space of nowhere

cool breeze casting a spell

stuck in this gloomy cell

what is this trying to tell

I look at my own

can't seem to fathom

weeping and very forlorn  

static mind within my body

tears falling in a well of empty

a while ago I was fast

but that didn't last

as I am now in here

in a state of unknowable fear

seeing my existence disappear

ready or not, this is it

thick clouds swaying me up

this is queer

I need to be chastised

I need a priest to get me baptized

Written 08-31-2002

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