How Little

It's hitting you hard.
All the power is down.
The energy too lost to find.
They call it growing old.
It goes to show
how little that the very many know.
But it wasn't age that brought you here.
It was when all that you'd held dear
turned around and left you all alone.
That was the turning point.
A downward shift that paralyzed
a heart and soul forced
to its knees, distraught.
Finding naught for comfort
through the dark and lonely nights.
Roaming through each day within a daze.
Winding down too far to be rewound.
Wounded by the silence of the sound
of loving sighs that used to sing.
Pain sinking in until you cannot
walk there, at their side.
Forgotten, as if time had passed you by.
Existence shattered. Left alone to die.
Knowing you will never feel
those happy realms of
'I love you' again.
Now it's hitting you hard.
All the power is down.
The energy too lost to find.
They call it growing old.
It goes to show
how very little that the many know...

? Michaelette ?

12/28/2005
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