16/03/09
Its quiet in here.
Occasional rumble of anxiety
Concern that it is
I am
indeed
so quiet.
Words come heavy
and slow
and i let them
roll from me
meandering ponderment
wonderment
like cement
a burnt fuse
on the mend
a candle smashed and broken
how can others still see the light
when it is
so dark
in here?
silent heart craves to merge with sleep
then craves nothing
except
maybe one of mum's pancakes will fix it
but only if there's apricot jam
and yoghurt involved.
Yeah!
