the sentinel October 9, 1999

I know nothing of your tormentors nor the treachery of long ago; I know nothing of the graves you've closed nor the hopes that have withered, so. fatigue has come with the passing time as the faces that left you, fade; but before you turn away from yourself I remind you: I remain. I know nothing of fate that gave me you as some lingering promise of hope but there's cruelty in your manner of retreat and the grief you so dearly hold. despair has come to me, wearing thine own cloak he taunts, whisp'ring thine own name; and as he mocks my foolishness, where others have fled, I remind him: I remain. you know nothing of my fragility as I wait for the judgment of dawn ; you know nothing of my hopelessness to what you ask me to succumb when empty promises remind you what was discarded in the midst of pain; should you find yourself adrift of what you did once love, I remind you: I remain.