Dark Clouds

These dark days
my thoughts stop
eyes fluttering
to the back of my head.....

Nerves gone
Shredded tines
Dangling careless
over the great void
from the edge of my Soul.

No melodies
of cheerful visions
whimsical apparitions
evade my Senses
my Love of Self is gone....

Accused by the jealous
yet unknowing
they have it all
I own nothing.....

Except these
Dark Days
when my love of Self
grew wings
to fly away.....

   6/31/2002