The Unheard Word
A lone figure standing alone
in the dark corner of my mind
muttering words I can't understand
They definitely come from inside
So i try to move closer
to make out the words
but the mysterious figure
remains unheard
I step back, then forward again
the darkness keeping still
The figure grows quiet
and i know i will
because,
finally over, i realize
The dark shadow was my life
The unheard words were cries for help
and the growing silence
was my death.
Copyright December 1997 APW Inc