Just something that spilled out last night. Freeform words that I was able to catch and write down...

I am...a broken thing;
tattered and torn
like a sail ragged in the wind.

I am...a fragile thing;
empty and hollow
like a riverbed cracked dry.

I am...a lonely thing;
echos and shadows
like a singer lost in silence

I am...a useless thing;
formless and void
like a dream without a dreamer

~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream at 5/28/2002 01:25:24 PM ~ ~