Do you know what it's like
to hear a heart cry...

I am not the morning glory
bathed in the dawn's sunlight...

Every time
when eyes close...

I am sick, ill and diseased,
for that is what they said when I was seized...

Life:
there is so much to it...

In darkened corners of helpless room
with faint echos lingering in the air...

A mirror image I am,
like anyone else...

A mask
is supposed to defy your perspective...

I always thought
that the heart pounding...

In night
snow flakes sway...

The sun looks over me,
like the God that put me on this Earth...

Hear the church bells
in darkened graveyard...