| Nothing (March 5, 2000) There is nothing I can do, there is nowhere I can go to find one bit of salvation from this overwhelming feeling of being all alone. The clock shows no remorse, the calendar no compassion; both keep busy with their jobs while just ignoring me. The day keeps marching on and one becomes battalions of sad-eyed loneliness; days and weeks and months all lined up in neat rows staring back at me. The silence of this room mocks his twin inside my heart; meanwhile my mind moves in circles like goldfish in a bowl. No beauty inspires me today, no voice calls out my name, no gentle hand reaches for mine; no eyes, no mouth, no skin, nothing, except the thoughts here on this page. |