But I am not sorry
I was the enigma
The one they could
not explain
No matter how
hard they might
Desire to know
The two people who tried
Thought somehow I was lying
When my being wasn't answering
The questions that life would ask
when I
was falling into
the dark
falling
falling
further
I know
there is nothing inside me
to find
any
more
circles in the mist
with my arms
windmills
blindly waving
eyes closed
dreaming
I have fallen
But the darkness
is so quiet
I long to be asleep
with silence as my blanket
and the peace inside me
my bed
