By recluse
Date: 2002 Jul 19
Comment on this Work
[[2002.07.19.14.58.20732]]

all but...

what do i do i always wonder
as i write what none shall read
or even fully try to understand
in this my time here
why do i write to nothing
why do i write at all
weary i grow of this
tired to rest my head
give it all up for lost
sleep out this my allotted time
and forget
all
but...
then i could not speak
for with my words spoken
none do pay attention or try
so hardened words to wounded page
will i write
with none but me
but at least
that does make one
and that might be all we are
in the end