Sunday, July 29, 2007

a . . . . . . . . . ................................... lone?


To all the melodies unheard

To all the words that are unsaid

To all the emotions unexpressed

To all the pain that has never hurt

To all the strength that was never gathered

To all the fear that has never evaded

To all the smiles that never surface

To all the joy that never shimmers

To all the poetry that was never written

To all the colors that were never sprayed

To all the anger that was never let out

To all the love that has never survived

I only have one question to ask . . .

What have you done to me?

Why am I so complete and yet incomplete?

Why am I so full and yet empty?

Why am I so happy and yet sad?

Why am I so content and yet carving?

Why am I so confident and yet jittery?

Why am I so funny and yet melancholic?

Why am I what I am?

Why am I lonely?