Hidden from
me, the moon
glows brightly
to herself,
dimmed only
by the fog
that hangs
like a veil
across her pale
face.
Somewhere inside
my chest I hurt
I hurt
for all the things
I cannot change,
and for the stone
that is growing
in my chest
I hurt for I am
lost and I did not
know it, I cannot
find my way through
the darkness that
has blinded me.
I am caught and
out of breath and
tired of my struggle
against the bonds that
I have made. I
do not feel at ease,
I am stagnate, I am
stuck.

AcB 12.19.99