Approximately Adam: The Mess

July 11, 2005
The Mess

My shelves are cluttered;
cleaning makes the good fade away.
I sit here, in the dark alone,
pondering how long I'll remember
where here even is.

The past shutters itself;
a storm blows through
and memories swirl and crumple.
The storm passes on
and only debris remains.

I am lost within myself;
silently screaming all the while.

^{posted by Adam at 01:00 |}