Not to be reviewed

It's been years since I thought of that

Or did my mind still molding ever truly see what was?

And only a few years since I thought of that which I bury in refuse fragments and turn my back

And it was last year that I forgot again

And now its been months and I close that memory down

And last month also

And weeks can go and I don't think of that

And days when I am not here: I am not being because I am not thinking

And yesterday wasn't

And the morning hasn't happened 

And it's evening

And I see the point of my pen

And I still don't want to be

Here

For Merryn

Scream if you must

But made of dust

Whisks ways aways in mud and rust

Scream, cry

And beg and sigh

Canticle call can't call at all my

All is all but naught.

And none

But not done

Because its never done.

It's just none and none and none and none

And none and none and none and none forever

Scream

As glass shatters breaks

And makes

Nothing

It was all there on her arms

Her pain

And again and again

And again and again and again

And you did not understand why

How do you explain a hole that fills the universe?

And worse

But now we have holes in our hearts

So I scream again

In pain for one who will not feel it hurt.

There is a type of sadness

There is a type of sadness

That you hug to yourself

A worldly blue

Muting everything within

And without

And all yellow looks a saline

Salt sipping

Waters that flow through

As we drift along

Waiting for the day

When things get better

Sitting still

And seeking comfort

In the curled

And the stillness

Looking for peace

Through lack of movement

Waiting

Waiting for the day