By John L. Evans (jevans@iconn.net)
Date: 12 April 1999

untitled

Alone
Afraid not to be
Scared of things creeping in the dark
That I can't see...
And I can't stop
Trying to make my days
Straining at what could be effortless
And harvesting an uncertain shrug of my shoulders
And a lastless shift of my idle feet
Morning is coming