Monday, February 9, 2004


February 9th, 2004
Realms of reality are fading
Into a smothering silence.
Nothing dares to whisper;
Echoes are swallowed
By the dust.
There is no life here,
And no joy, or happiness.
The bitter, gritty dust
Stings my eyelids
And coats my skin
With a fine peppering
Of age.
I am in a lonely, barren dream
Than consumes my existence.
Everything I have ever loved
Is hidden beneath the dust.

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