Elegy
By heinzs
Elegy Well past the "witching hour" time seems languidly still - frogs chirp their nightsongs while mosquitoes throng for their communal blood feast. I walk out into the night - assailed by the vampiric swarm - to reorganize my dream thoughts - still in the vague hope it all might somehow make sense. But it all seems futile and in vain, for into that bereavement what solace can logic bring? You are forever gone from life, and I must bear survival's strife. 2/23/2002 Written February 24th, 2002 © on Feb 23 2002 05:42 PM PST, Heinz Scheuenstuhl 0 • 10
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"Elegy..."