The loneliness remains Like a cathedral window ... it stains That is the only line that survived Once a poem or thought is lost the pain remains Like a man who has lost a friend, I sit and just stare what could have been a line of prose so beautiful Will forever remain a memory of disgust This is the down side of being an artist ... one of us The four walls within and the four corners without Both becon and shunn me The words once stolen from the screen make fun of me This used to be a poem so beautiful its beauty was stolen before I could share it with the world Anger has crowded the place where it was born---inspiration I'm sorry ... for you all we're all at a loss WEE (C) '98
Reason for writing:
I was inspired ... then technology robbed me of the most beautiful words i've ever written. An electronic bullet snuffed out a friend I'd just made.
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