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Lonely Hours
Ronald Trang (ronald@virginia.edu)
tickcollege.dorm.virginia.edu
Wed, April 9, 1997 at 2:27AM

In the darkest hour, the man sits there,

alone, to himself..

Stares at the empty void that lies ahead,
the inner eye rolls a virtual tear...
with heart trembling and beating filling
the body with sad emotions...

waiting and wishing for somebody to say
"Hey What's Up? How are you feeling?"
there is a pause... no answer...

he breaks down and cries...

where's life going?
where are the those who you care the most when you need caring?

be strong the inner voice says..
be strong... there will be a time...
nothing is definite....
mood swings...

paradox, complete paradox...
left or right?


-Ronald