Alone again, together with pain
But no one can easily tell, for it is silent, being alone.
No one to talk to, no one to feel.
No one to make love to, nothing is real.
The silence remains, roaring in my ear
Thoughts of remorse, ideas in fear
All is dead around me
All is sad and still.

The plants live, but don't understand.
The T.V. continues, but doesn't listen.
The neighbours are noisy, but don't say a word.
God listens, but can't be heard.
The silence returns and burns.

Sings loudly, the art work around me
I'm no longer alone, self pity has found me.

illshj Nov.26/91