A Little Blind, A Little Deaf, A Little Mute, Completely Lost

Each day brings more questions, with barely the will to find their answers. What’s the point? The truth seems to change with each new expert you speak to. My search has led me in so many circles over and over, that now I’m just dizzy. I sit down. I’m exhausted. I’ll try a new approach. I speak to those who possess the Knowledge. No response. The words I’m speaking aren’t reaching their ears. I try again, I change my words, I search for a way to make them hear me. I speak more loudly, more desperately, but they still don’t understand my words. How can they help me if they can’t see or hear me?

These Tears

Darkness settles her hollow hand upon my tired body. Minutes shove the hours into early morning. These tears that form a puddle at my feet scream your name in every drop, and my eyes ache to look upon your face. My dreams are poisoned by your piercing eyes, just as my life was poisoned by your very essence. Years can't remove your memory from my life or the pain from my heart.

(age 17)

THE END

We met in the night

our bodies touched..

but our souls became one.

We were each lonely

wandering in the dark

searching,

hurting,

and we clung to each other in fear of the pain

we danced and dreamed

we laughed and cried

desparately grasping at shadows...

but daylight came and the sun was our enemy

for it chased away the shadows

that we were sure we had caught.

So, my friend,

Do we go on separately needing

and still searching

or do we stay together

and kill each other with our pain?
(age 17)