tears...small....placid...in form shaped as crystal....cut
thin valleys down my cheek... mixing dirt and blood... they fall
away...and
from those tears...rages up a giant wall...a wall made of a thousand
cold
stones...and if i sit... even for a moment....to ponder...i cannot
help but
to hear the raging screams of cackling laughter dancing pain and
delight...right on the other side.
yeah I have solace for my wall is built strong with but one
door...A door
...locked on both sides...with keys that i've forgotten how to use...right
now i try to forget my name...alone i stand...at the top of a valley
...with
rage and confusion my only companions I realize that this valley is
me... my
life...and god...how i yearn for the cool waters that churn at its
bottom...stand with me...so that I'm not alone anymore...listen to
the
screams that dance ever so placidly between my ears that I try to put
into a
line and if it becomes in vain I can only sigh...listen to the
words as they
crash through like a preacher's rantings through an empty church...be
aware
of insanity... my grasp of which is fleeting...
Copyright 1999 Ashley "The Mad Poet"
Used with permission