It Still Holds

Another empty day

another lifeless existence

what's one more tear to a face that's seen floods?

what's one more wound to a bleeding, dying soldier?

There is a break in the glass

where the cold air invites itself in

I wait for the blast of wind that'll shatter 

the window

sitting, waiting, 

each blow is stronger

waiting, waiting,

it still holds

that's the worst part

it won't be over with

it still holds

ragged shoes tread

the wet, musty floor

where the rain - the tears - have fallen

too worn to care

what's one more drop of water 

when it's already ruined?

I stand in front of the window

watching, waiting

expecting the next wind to send glass slivers 

into my face and eyes

but it still holds

Out the window, I see a world I once knew,

I once understood

Now, I'm confined to the inner chambers of 

this prison

watching, waiting

living for giving in --

to what?

I don't know, something

I'm looking out the window to another life

waiting, watching 

for the storm to come

what's one more death to a mortal world?

- April 16, 1984, A.D.