To whom it may not concern
Why is the sunshine constantly evading me?
I stand somewhere and I physically see it fade away.
It floats off to another place away from me,
and I shiver in the gloomy darkness day after day.
Am I busy living a lie?
Am I cold and dead inside?
Am I not doing anything right?
Am I to be stuck in this endless night?
How do I make things change?
I must try to fix these cuts and cracks;
and gain the wisdom my mind lacks,
the pieces of the puzzle must rearrange.
Am I supposed to speak up?
To whom it may not concern,
I desperately need fresh air.
They couldn’t care.
© Annalinde Louw 2007
This piece was written on 28 October 2007
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