There is no life
Within my
Hollowed form
Which shell engulfs
Of disrupted dreams,
Unfulfilled hopes
That once anticipated
Joy. That such
Should hold the forms
Of valued things,

Of lifetimes' dreams
That will not be.
This fool's
Limbo of despair.
These tenuous Strings that
Bind the lattice work
Of pain
Prevail within.

And embrace
Synonymous with change--
Such is the way of life.

1997 by Pasqual S. Schievella