June 16, 1975
1:00 a.m 
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Empty Nights I
I'd reach out where empty
Arms will grasp
The moment
Then it's gone
I could cry on someone's shoulder
In the night
I'd build large
Subjective castles
I'd be quiet
Before I'd done
All the things I could to
Help me make it right.
Words will shatter helplessly
And thoughts repeat in silence
Golden moments shared by
Shadows in the dark
Writing verses to blank pages
Disappearing ink on white
And the feeling's there
But nothing left to fight.
If my mind were whole
And friends were all
I needed in this world
Then I could rest
And in moments lost for hours
I could stab at
Lonliness in jest.
I'd go home
If home were there
But walls are stark
And memories bleak.
No one to talk to
Anymore
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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