printed: F.U.C.K. Poetry Venture #001

        regarding inner turmoil

        Silenced pain my warmth at night,
        while in my mind a raging fight,
        the longing to take a final breath
        and slip into awaiting death.

        Chilling coldness burns my fingers,
        emotional scars can only linger,

        Confusion and chaos wrap around me
        seemingly eternal will it be
        one thing in my life keeps me sane,
        on my warm face a refreshing rain.

        dis             1995