tonight
waiting in my place
curled in a corner of space
allowing my self to feel
the empty surround of void
a powerless vacuum
that tells me where i am
that says it is the fate
for all that sit and wait

i refuse to go gently
into the quiet night
i refuse silently
shaking my head
to search for your soul
tonight

© 6 July 2009
Cynthia Ryder
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