poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Valéry
NIGHT after night
As I lie shivering on the floor
I dream of those carefree DAYS
I was brave to walk out the door.
Dollars and coins do not MATTER
When the tears slide, drop and splatter.
REAL they are, though mostly unseen
I rub their TRACKS until I am clean.
No longer YOUNG, forever WEAK?
I SPEND my waking moments
Forcing myself to speak.
Somewhere in the labyrinth of my mind
Skipping through the FIELDS of hope
I collapse helplessly to the ground
At your feet, but you do not know.
The TIME has now come
For me to be STRONG
No longer the helpless VICTIM
Of your vicious wrongs.