10 Sept 1998
(To Craig and all the poets)
The Solitary Soul

We sentence ourselves to life in thought.
There is no escaping our minds.
A phase, I think not,
For if it is true it remains as you die from the pain.

We can forgive, but never forget
As our memory serves us
With our pounding heartbeat.
We try and we fail, and yet we try once more
Our trial soon gives way to our words of defeat.

We live in a world of silence which holds us far,
Far from the mind where we should be.
Time wastes in the silence
As our souls contemplate
With no reason and without thought
Of what our lives should hold.

Days turn fast to nights
And nights again to days,
Difference of which holds no relevance
For the silent darkness
Makes no impression on our troubled minds.

Do others understand us like we, only, know oursleves?
Now and forever, though perplexity
Of our spirits drives us to distraction
And once driven to that place there is no certainty
Of how long the heart will serve the soul
Which serves the mind
-Life takes it’s tole-
If we fail to make another day
Do not mourn us as we lay,
But look upon these wise words
As it is something never to be heard.

For now it remains inside our minds
Today is a blessing in disguise
To be able to read the thoughts inside
Look long and hard into our eyes