Miles Back
	There is this penetrating loneliness deep inside of me. I've never felt anything like it before. It's a piercing cold, that reaches to the very core of me. Right down to the bone of my soul. It scares the hell out of me at times! I don't even see it sneaking up on me, but I can turn my head and there it is! Attached firmly to the very essence of who I am, or who I thought I was. From the marrow of my being, I silently moan. The cries are so harsh, so gut wrenching. The wails can be heard aeons away, and it's miles back to my sanity. Tears have become my bedfellow. It's the damp fabric that awakens me in the night, as the night-terrors ravage my heart. I can't catch my breath and my whole body trembles. I slowly open my eyes and allow them to adjust to the darkness of my world, and no one is there. I move silently through my days. A smile painted perfectly upon my lips. To see my visage, you would not know. You could not tell. I am the consummate actress, in public. I can make you forget all about your own cares and woes. When you leave my side, you smile and know that times will be better, and life isn't so bad. And I move on. That perfect smile in place. All the while, a tiny piece of me dies inside. Do you know what happens when you weigh all those tiny pieces? They outweigh the world. My body aches from the cold. No amount of covering can warm my soul. I am exhausted from the beating of my own heart. And it's miles back to my sanity. GlassPoet  ~2001~
						yet everyday the sun doth shine and I welcome the warmth and let it scare away the demons of the night....knowing well that the darkness follows the day.....but,  somehow I find the courage to go on and face that day knowing all the while the darkness follows the light......take heart my soul and refresh yourself while the noonday burns with intensity so that in the night I might remember that the light follows the darkness....... Jacob Daniels  ~2001~
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