IT IS DONE

I am done with this, 
Walking through life,
Only half a soul.
Friends and temporary applicants,
A distant second and an unpleasant substitute.
For my missing half I long without rest.
I wonder if I should give hope a break?
It's getting so very old.
And failure's a hard pill to take.
Though the disappointment is starting to lose its sting.
And I've adjusted to the departures and the endings they bring.
I start fresh and new,
Visualizing something better,
But months later I know what I'm going through.
Adjusting to the mediocre and accepting what ever comes next.
Through all the darkness I search myself to see if I still even care.









copyright 1998, Amanda Vossler
Used by permission