Dave's Mental Meanderings
2001-09-25 22:46:05 (UTC)

Poem - "Isolation"

Isolation, low hanging clouds
Over the valley like a shroud,
Holding everything down,
Not letting a sound
Escape into the surrounding dark.
Thousands never leaving a mark
For others to remember,
And through the bleak December
The beacon will be missed,
And more names crossed off the list.
But the girl with the pink hair
Doesn't care.

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