An empty void, a thousand people can not fill,
A quickened pain, that for a cure there is no pill.
A deep chill, to the bone for which no one can warm,
Aloneness so absolute, even among this swarm.
And still the silence draws on,
Until the wintered dawn.
Will they find me frozen here,
From the dampness of this chill?
A loss so costly, that no money can pay the bill,
A hunger so great, that it can never have it’s fill.
A look so lost, that it may never find a way,
aloneness so absolute, though there is a place to stay.
And still the silence draws on,
Until the wintered dawn.
Will they find me frozen here,
From the dampness of this chill?
Though my friends are many, and emotions deep and wide,
And in my silent solitude, I do run and hide.
Oh the feel of worthlessness, bitter and complete,
Aloneness so absolute, I only hear my heart beat.
And still the silence draws on,
Until the wintered dawn.
Will they find me frozen here,
From the dampness of this chill?
12-15-2001