jj jackman in the midst of seven - index
the sleepless hollow 12/03/99 alone, alone, alone, alone, alone a space between my ribs beyond my grip it calls it does not cease, an endless drone i’d soothe this void if there my hand could slip oh loneliness why won’t you go away will five more lengths of suffering suffice? why do you claim that i’ve asked you to stay? this hollow in my depths is your device! there seems no end, this is a senseless shame though none are here i’m sure they’d all agree i can not touch the ones assigned to blame i hold myself so tight to force it free it’s grown, it’s grown, it’s grown, it’s grown, it’s grown to a vast span where any noise resounds sometimes i fear i’ll fall into this zone ‘midst scattered uncracked seeds that had been sown (to such cold warning echoes my heart pounds!) alone, alone, alone, alone, alone a space between my ribs beyond my grip it calls it does not cease, an endless drone i’d fill this void if there my hand could slip