Still crawling---sloth like---
slower than snail
but crawling.....
filling days with activity
trying to still the inside voice
of despair and doom...
trying not to stay in the corners
too long....
or blend in the shadows
and disappear
tho
that seems the easy way.

a child cries
someplace
and i can't find her....
tears of heavy sadness
whimpers of fear
echoing inside
surrounding me
and reflections
like the fun house mirrors
flash
and the frightening clowns
join in laughing....

and there is no exit sign....