Friday, March 04, 2005

Here


And here I sit, overwhelmed, without a way
A million thoughts, rearranged still make no sense
Feeble attempts for escape from the sufferings of today
Back in place is put an impermeable defense

No use for windows in these walls
Restored are false peace, comfort, protection
In the solitude nothing is seen of falls
Lessened is the inevitable rejection

Just for a little while, to be free
The weight of everyday fear
Remove all of it from me
Alas, without a way, I am here

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