By Martin Falatic
Written 2002-06-17
Revised 2002-06-17

In my solitude
I hear the raindrops splashing far above me
Trickling down the walls of my little room
The worst is already past…

I pass the nights in darkness
In waking dreams and lucid nightmares
Torn apart and resurrected
The worst is already past…

The wind sways the nearby trees
Creaking to their very roots
I ponder the gifts once given
The worst is already past…

I remember love
hate, despair, and desire and destiny
Emotions make the man something odd
The worst is already past…

Leaving these behind
I return the time I once had borrowed
Entombed beneath this sodden soil
The worst is already past…

In my solitude
I hear the raindrops splashing far above me
In the blackness of my little room
The worst is already past…