Snatched the pillow of silence
and clutching it tightly,
cloaked my head in its peace;
I sink, knowing not
where I want to go nor
where I want to be.
Searching for answers
to questions unformed,
riddles that life presents,
dreaming of a life beyond existence.
Is love the answer?
Ask me yesterday,
I am as ignorant as the fool
in the crystal mirror –
blindly reflecting nothing,
neither seeking answers
nor questions…
Quench my thirst oh life!
Rescue me from this dreaded
Purgatory so that I may live again;
if I had indeed lived before…
</donvy>
Donato R. Vytiaco
08 June 1998 @ 12:36am
