Alone. Solitude. Peace? No. Turmoil! Thoughts. Times past. Forever thoughts! I run. Always moving, Hiding, avoiding. They pursue me, Chasing, Hounding, Ever closer. I return. Plodding slowly Forward Through the muck.

This poem is excerpted from "Of Love, Youth, and Truth. A Reflexion" Copyright 1989, 1990 by RiverSide Valley Publishing. No permission to copy and distribute this poem is implied or given. Any plagarism will be prosecuted.