6 January 1995
my flesh melts into shadow
as i reach into the darkness
trying o so desperately to find
but knowing not where it lies
where is she?
what great fiend has torn her away
how ever can i live alone
with no one to love or love me
staring madly at the dying world around me
is it cold?
did it rain?
where has she gone!
the scream of a child is my only answer
assuring me that the pain in my soul lies not
for she is now else where
slowly blood is dripping into the chamber of my heart she filled
which only through painful struggle have i kept open for so long
is it done in vain?
will her emptiness harden into stone?
Copyright © 1995 Charles Fry
Here's one for ya. go find yourself. late again skys passing wave raining clouds and offer healing sun où es-tu dim Mornings in the underground memories squirming on the bath room ceiling open the faces on the side walk pass me by life and living Song of Peace from Time the Mountain My Father so i painted a red cross on my chest my living eulogy my plastic house alone again frustrating the Song of my heart as it grows and changes In Dark Brick Dungeons clanteba mortillia Lonely is my call to this Omnipotent generation: friend (and, by now, even brother) my PCC Our Garden Cognoscente The Home careFree the Children full moon if I were a Painter For You Caterpillar March Prison As I Went Walking Norwegian Cockatrice Lampposts Departure or The Falling Apple Peace