Village Idiot Publishing
(C) 2000 diary of a Spirit
ISOLATION
Warm winds blowing on my back,
My breath is faint,
My heart the same.
Summer soon winter's gon;
How long before my heart goes too?
Pain, desperation, things of the past.
No longer registering,
or making sense.
Windows opening, places to be,
But know where to go,
Without any means.
A stagnating element, drifting away,
While life goes on;
And nobody knows.
Caught up in the moment,
Never seeing any pain,
Never knowing how shalow,
There lives really are.
But just for a moment, to let them see light.
Give them my shoes,
And see how they'd walk.
Let them embrace, the remorse of despair.
No! not for a moment,
It shouldn't be that way.
But they should see synoptic,
And let me be free.