Little Boy

insignificance.
all my words
have become irrelevant
unnoticed, unheard
scattered frightened diseases
countless viruses
i cannot conquer.

i hope that somewhere
you are warm
and that you are not just
hiding from me.
i can only pretend that i am
in your blood right now
being whole pieces of it.

but instead
i am really just an atom
of nothing.

i think if i fall
i will burn down the air
and poison every heart
and then be nothing
but a toxic memory once i die.

and i will drift like fog
until i find you.
i won't let you hide.

September 9, 2003

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