I am slowly moving back into my shell, which you all knowbeing alone. It is not hard for me as I am quite used to it. Well… my work is abit busy but how long is a question that came up today. By the end of the weekI will know. Well here is what I cancome out about yesterday.
07/10/06
The morning dragged around,
As from the comforter I unrolled,
Wide awake in a micro second,
Looked around with an awe and said,
“6:15 damn it, I am late”
Around the room myself I carried,
After the monotonous circus in the toilet,
Now ready for the murder of hunger,
Which reminded me, supper is something I forgot,
Fixed my tea and cereal with mango pulp,
Turned on the T.V to hear,
My darling Diane Sawyer say, “Good Morning”
She is one, who with her prettiness and charm erase,
Her own age and make everyone else feel young,
As usual watching her I took my time,
To make my move from a poet to programmer.
Eight hours of work, Oh’ I love what I do,
Thoughts away from work always breeze through,
My brain as the week began with schedules, busy.
Lunch did not called, so I didn’t go to her either,
By four a hungry lion growled from stomach,
And at five I left the work day behind.
A face everyday I yearned to see but not anymore, welcomed,
In flesh and blood she stood in all her glory,
Now it all looks like a strange game I played wrong,
Or did fate never gave a chance between me and her, I don’t know,
Never looked at those eyes which never looked at mine,
The silence spoke some language we both misunderstood.
Back in my room I laid and brain started to drain,
But every sense only left piercing pain,
As the appropriate and inappropriate,
Through which thoughts passed,
And onto an unknown shore crashed.
The day never any different color took,
Than many empty days passed,
As nothing in life changed for any better,
Myself through the evening I pulled around,
And later relaxed upon my bed without any thought,
Then slowly sadness tried hard to crawl,
Into my mind and a smile upon my face blossomed,
And in a low voice I spoke,
“None never liked though from my heart I loved,
Though I asked why, why, why to myself,
Those answerless why questions always will haunt,
And with this sadness I feel I can only ask one more,
To my own conscience which never spoke”
For an answer I didn’t wait as silence scares,
Crowded became my room, with darkness filled,
And I felt the hand of darkness covering my eyes.
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