Oct 25, 2009 02:12
Past 2 A.M., and the
Fan's the only sound save
PT's voice on autoplay, and I
Can't sleep 'cos you're still out there
Working, and the longer this stretches, the more
Cold I feel, and the stronger and more tenacious the
Hatred that rises, unbiddable, towards the cowardly fool
Who hides behind screens, skulking in his
Corner, pointing fingers at
Fighters who're out there
Doing their darndest
In the dead-cold
Loneness
And I
Wait.
elessar,
woes,
poetry