Huddled in emptyness, <br />neither here <br />nor there, <br />but everywhere <br />gazing on existance, with longing <br />and contempt. <br />Be there no hope for a hunched o'er crone? <br />Be there no hero, to spirit her away? <br />with a sigh of deject <br />she shifts her feet <br />and waits another millenia <br />and another... <br />and another... <br />and another untill... <br />she wonders again. <br /> <br />2005 Adam Zank<br /><br />Adam Zank<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-locked-away/
