by Melissa Cunicelli

Created on: September 30, 2009   Last Updated: October 03, 2009

A terrible void in the desolate night as the cold wind howls

Nagging pain in the pit of my belly as my stomach growls

The light of a once glorious day has lost its warmth and glow

Taste is a memory all sensory has been slow

Fragrant blooms bask in the sunlight unnoticed

Cracks in the side walk seem to frame my fist

Reaching for the phone and not knowing who to call

Deciding no one's worth it, so damn them all

Dampened pillow cases thrown about in the night

Squirm and writhe in my bed I can't get it right

Morning comes with eyes open lying there confused

Which direction takes me away from being accused

Not able to move, barely able to cry searching for the strength

It's just a trip into harsh circumstance, I will not suffer this at length

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