Stagnant
30SEP00
23:12
(site owner)


The air is quite stagnant
The waters here are still
No breeze through the trees
Scarred black on the hill
Past mischief is pregnant
Slow breath numbing the mind
Each night, soul in dreaming flight
Yet again this place do I find
Here, loneliness is a creature
With many shadows in which to hide
Black as a spade, deep in the shade
It's only seen by its ugliest side
Hearing from nowhere, a discordant melody
Like an organ, and played too slow
This land is forgotten, like fruit that is rotten
And no one remembers it so