06/03/03

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I lay for hours in the dank darkness of my doubts

twisting and turning in this sleepless night

my bedclothes soaked in the sweat of fear

I felt lonely yet I craved the solitude

for in solitude alone could I avoid the rout.

Memories and feelings rushed through my mind

like a river swelling from the rains of winter

feelings so strong that threatened to engulf me

feelings that moved with such speed

that I feared I would be left behind.

Feelings and memories of things past

feelings and wishes of things to be

but why oh why do I doubt the future

Why do I cling to a single memory?

and fear that life is moving too fast.

I am stranded on this little island of mine

An island so lonely in this violent world

an island surrounded by battered defences

vainly attempting to keep the evil in line.

But who am I to fight these forces.

M Gatt