Friday, April 24, 2009


Dark fills the cooling, steaming cauldron I call night.

Not a star can be seen in its black abysmal stains.

Stains of blood?

To scrub this, I'd need a helping hand.

I reach out into the dark,

Cautiously, carefully.

There is no one, and I fall, head over heels, down the side of the slope.

I'm losing my faith in humanity again.

1 comment:

  1. hey, R u awake? call me if you are. call me in the morn if your not.


M is for Margaret, who was swept out to sea...