Abandonment
What does one do
When the world stops?
Why does it seem
As if one
Cannot go on?
The void
Created by the ending
Suffocates
No life could grow
In such a vacuum
My heart has become
A withered rose
Not a petal left -
Naught but the
Thorns that have
Torn apart my soul
And left me alone
In this great
Black hole
          (c)24 April 2002