Dirty Room - June 5, 1998

all my worldly possessions

lay as if a tempest-tossed

battered and bruised

the things held most dear

long ago and far away

tormented and abused

what callous heart

has turned against these treasures

what cruel twist of fate

has left the once cherished defeated

the guilt falls squarely upon my shoulders

for once I lost my life's companion

I let all else fall to rot