Again

The candle flickers gently, casting on the wall

shadows moving back and forth

Winds whirling through my mind, driving

me insane again;

The torture never-ending, self inflicted

wounds won't cease;

And I must wake again next morn

to try and be your friend.

Hollow; This is emptiness.

How can I make it end?

Chilling;Shivered madness reigning.

How come I can't win?

CopyrightŠ1999/K. M. Swanson