Inadequate
2003-03-06 - 11:36 p.m.

i move accross

the pavement like an ant

so many miles of nothing

so much fruitless wandering

i toil

i sit in my tower

locked up like

a rupunzel who has

cut off her hair

leaving herself stranded

in darkness

i call out

but no one hears

i frezze my

heart into a solid

it is less vulnerable to attack

i scribble

notes to a former self

lost where no one sees her.

yesterday - tomorrow