Insanity
©
Charles E. Corry
1962, 1999
If time should have no end,
And this emptiness continue,
What use then will be my reasons?
Standing, an empty pool,
No mind.
If again, in my solitude
I should find you,
Will this then begin anew?
Or will I reach escape?
Insanity.
Sad hangs my twin head.
Where gone the shrapnel
Of the shell surrounding us?
Where now, I?
Loneliness.
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