The wind whips the clouds
over my eyes obsecuring my
view of what my life is,
of what my life has become.

No more sun filled days.
No more swimming in the
warm, blue ocean.
Nothing is left for me.

I am back to wherei
first began so many years ago.
Left stumbling and fending
for myself.

I have become what i loath.
A shadow amoungst th shadows
dwelling in the darkness of
my mind.

I search through the never ending
recesses of my soul looking for
a warm place that i can sit
down and ponder what is me

However to no avail does this
warmth filled place present
itself.
I am lost amougst the
murky waters of my heart.

Help me, i'm sinking
rapidly in this quicksand.
As i wait in silence and
pray for a voice to fill
my ears i choke on the
infested water and slowly
succumb to my destiny.
Destiny of dying alone.

                                                                                        Written 6/4/1999