By Anonymous
Date: 13 August 1999

Conundrum

Alone
In the empty chambers of my heart
Echoes of love lost
Echoes of friends estranged
I've made my bed
Or perhaps it was made for me
It doesn't much matter
The result is the same
In the end
Too many scars
To overcome
Too much pain
To endure
Hovering on the brink
Sharp whisper in my hand
Trying to work up my nerve
To solve the conundrum
Once and for all