From Aloneness

While I've certainly had my share of serious "down" times, I didn't actually feel this bad when I wrote the following. I was responding, rather, to the music.

The tune is the familiar melody from Sibelius' "Finlandia."

Empty my hand, empty this place before me --
What sign my kind ever before reached here?

Where is a hand? Dark winds and tides confuse me;
Without a shore that's mine, how can I steer?

So cold, my hand: the night is close upon me --
Why have I lived? When shall I face this fear?

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