The Diary of a Lupie

long lonely dreary hours
stare insistently at me
I am running
chasing my own tail
tonight the Wolf is laughing at me

I am talking to deaf walls
straining for a reply
Only silence and madness accost me
I am sending rockets of thought
into the unknown quantity of night
knowing I will never be heard

these are the frustrations
from the diary of a lupie
struggling to make sense
of making sense at senseless times
when the questioning runs deep
but the listeners are asleep.

18 april 1998