Tuesday, January 23, 2001

Strange Calm

Strange this calm Of forsaken solitude Drought ridden eyes No voices here A multitude of joys In memories remembered Smiles and laughter Now seldom linger Gazing they find In objects new identities The bathroom slip-ons So strangely abandoned Echoes still manifest Trapped within walls The voice long gone Lost to endless slumber Loss or gain The argument will continue When in death They do depart!

1 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

The bathroom slip-ons were a give away to the identity. :-)

7/08/2005 02:06:00 PM  

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