Denial By Scott Eck In the dawn of the morning Who couldn't see, The signs and their warning? Is it just me? Meaningless stare through smoke-filled air Happiness rare. You're mostly just there. You awake and she's there: An encouraging sign, Unless it's blank-nothing That resides in her eyes. Meaningless stare through bed-mussed hair Happiness rare. You're mostly just there. Down to the living room, Where the T.V. awaits It numbs and makes you blind To the plans of the fates Stupfied stare through electrified air Lucidity rare. You're mostly just there. Time alone with your thoughts: They echo through an empty home. Scent of flavored coffee Drifts out a lonely door. Meaningless stare through orange-mint air Happiness rare. You're mostly just there. © 1996, Scott Eck