A silence, and a hush falls
Could it be that,
In-between these concrete walls
I'm hopelessly trapped.
Something holds us prisoner -
Loneliness, a nothingness
Inside our minds does it keep us
In a dark cold cell, comfortless.
How great the sky
How huge the clouds
How small do I feel
Among these crowds ...
Of people, and man-made structures
Unnoticed, unappreciated -
Small, insignificant and pushed aside
Almost all hope obliterated.
No time, no time!
An effort too much to ask,
Tears for help, for peace within
For friendship, attention and love at last.
Our spirits seem crushed, trampled upon
Our determination failing ...
Would this time be short, or too long?
Will this sadness end .. ?
~ Quentin Jessen © 2002
