The Doorway

I stand in the doorway.
"Save me!" you cry.
I reply, "I can't".
In a voice so bitter
you tell me you want to die.
To me you've been dead inside for years.
I'm between two worlds in the doorway.
I tell you that I'm sorry.
"I have save myself" I say softly.
"Go then," you tell me before
You take another drink of Vodka.
I turn from the darkness,
Close the door,
And walk into the light.

Blog Update: I'm not dead yet.

It's been a couple of months since I blogged. The list of things that has happen to me over the past couple of months starts with my computer hard drive crashing and ends with the transmission hose in my car leaking out all the transmission fluid. In between I've had to get new tires for my car, get my tooth pulled, had a sinus infection and strep throat. My has been computer repaired, my car has been repaired and hopefully I done for awhile with being sick. Not everything has been bad. I've joined the Columbia Writers Guild and I am volunteering at KOPN 89.5 FM here in Columbia.