POZ
Posted by PJ on October 12, 2006 at 20:15:31:
I was once infected
by someting other than the will to live
and as I
was sitting there waiting
for someone who didnt know and didnt care
someone who was now
scared of me
to tell me
tell me if tomorrow would be the beginning of
my quest
like I loved life
or the end of my living
as though I was waiting to die
my mind ranted inside me
my breath turned to bricks
my fear and regret loud on my face
louder than the crowds of pple waiting with me
but alone as I was also
I couldnt have been more alone
in my fear
or more secluded in my worry
or more trapped by my emotions
or more surrounded by faces just
like mine
we were all
waiting
each day found me more
wilted on the inside
like roses cut weaks ago
sitting in a blue vase
turned brown
I was once beautiful also
now my skin is brittle
yellowing like dead leaves
my face shows the future
the one where
I'm missing