i t

Centripetal decay
Gnawing inside of me.
Knowing with each thought:
It is not this dark task that I do,
But that which lies in the end for me
For doing so...

ii r

What if? What then?
My brave face has left me
With my runaway thoughts. Fearing
Not the unknown,
But what I should have known
All along...

iii n

Unnerving thoughts
Pour forth, unsparing:
Downward spiral.
Kneeling in prayer, from weakness.
Battle weary, I cry
For their souls and mine.

iv r

With trembling hands
I hold on to the night;
Shadowed tears, lucid woe.
Until slumber finds me;
And I, the Morning.
Hopefully...hopefully.

Purple
27 April 2001