Oncology, On Top Of Me - Summer 2006

I composed these two poems a while ago and thought I would share them with the world (if the world could be bothered to read them).

Isolation by Peter Piwowarski

Isolation.
Alone in my head,
With a few stark thoughts to keep me company.
Am I the victim?
Am I the perpetrator?

Isolation.
Alone in my room,
Without even an echo of your passing.
Am I the martyr?
Am I a ghost?

Isolation.
Alone in the wilderness,
With the shattered remains of your love.
Am I dying,
Or am I dead?

Simple Emotions at a Base Level by Pete

Simple emotions at a base level,
Surround the cringing soul that I have become.
Love, hate, how can I tell the difference any more?
I am so confused.

The effervescence of my youth has slowly settled down,
To become an oily stain on the surface of my consciousness.
The child inside has died from loneliness.
I am so isolated.

Changeling, dark thing, creature of the night,
Why do I remain hidden from the rays of the sun?
What am I so scared of becoming?
I am so afraid.

Light emitting diodes mark the passing of the hours,
Leaving minute scars as my life slowly fades into obscurity.
Leave me alone, this is my pain!
I am so tired.

TO BE CONTINUED....