Merely

Merely words pen and pencil scratched in fits of dreamery crumpled up torn paper edges forgotten files scoured away waste bin fodder made of former loves and when quietude touches the mind to waking it is shaken and memories fall dark and cascading onto a cold cold floor and no ceiling can hold down the up swelling of loss vision stirs anguish falters and fingers quaver as they reach grasp write merely words the lost light the unsung song. Written October 30th, 2001 © on Oct 30 2001 06:00 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1