- Why am I here?
- Solitude, I dread solitude,
- This is what I fear,
- Pain of such magnitude,
- They said, Until death do us part,
- Never did say until I fell apart.
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- My friends die around me,
- Their bodies no longer I see,
- Their voice no longer I hear,
- Their touch, I held so dear.
- I live in memories of things long time gone,
- I live in dread of things yet to come,
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- I crave for their love,
- I crave to love,
- I crave for their care,
- Now it is so rare,
- I crave for their peace,
- And of life their release.
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- In the darkness of night,
- I hear their calls, their calls,
- From them, I run in fright;
- They need me, I am sure,
- My heart I hear beats for them so pure,
- Or is it me, the walls hear the calls?
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- I fear what I crave for,
- The pains are growing,
- Slowly but ever more,
- Is it age, is it AIDS,
- No one says, no one tells,
- This is why I'm so afraid.
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- Solitude, Solitude,
- Will I die with you?
- Will you be my sole companion?
- Will you be alone?
- Will you come with pain?
- Be with that friend of yours?
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- My friends, the day is near,
- The day you will hear,
- Again and for all eternity,
- My silent voice calls your name,
- Sing my love, my care,
- For all of you I crave.
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- Open your arms to my battered soul,
- In them I will seek shelter from the storm,
- In their embrace, I will fear no more,
- Solitude, Solitude, you will have run your course,
- And forever lost the race against love,
- Pains in our memories shared, no further dreaded.
This poem is dedicated to Vern Josephson,
who died on March 24, 2000. Rest my friend, your sufferings are over.
Copyright © April 24, 2000, Christian Martin