By kevin urenda
Date: 14 May 2000
another night
Being alone doesn't help either -
the silence doesn't know
any better than I do
why I feel this way
so it is no counsel
offers no comfort
It listens to the desperation
in my passion like
a keen clinician
nodding every so often
as my memories
pour themselves onto the
floor from old wounds
made fresh yet again
by the sharp edge of
another lonely night
5/13/00
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