I tire of this
Sick, green place
Of disappointment
That festers
In me
I tire of
Black shadows
Slithering
Like lost hopes
Through me
I tire of walking
Somewhere
Between starlight
And fear
Wondering
Half happy
Part wishing
It were over
Some loving
The tears
And the triumphs
A bit despising
The dark.

- Jen 01-01-99

Commentary:

And yet, this sick, green place between starlight and fear, disappointed, half-happy, is exactly where we all live. It is the state of humanity. It is the energy and angst of the teen-ager which rails against it, and the exhaustion of the adult which accepts it.