By Martin Falatic
Written 1994-12-20
Revised 1994-12-20
The night finds my spirit plunged into depths uncharted,
as I pace the shadows of my heart.
Lost in confusion, my mind rebels,
but my stomach winces in it's worrying way.
Tis not noble fear I speak of, but cowardice,
as I voice my thoughts in empty halls.
Fear of the unknown -
fear of the inevitable.
As I reach out in the night, cloaking myself in the darkness,
I yearn for you.
