The Maestro Date: Friday, 1st November 2002 @ 03:25:00 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: POOBEAR The night, so endless, having such an apathetic influence over the conscious mind. You are not alone. These words I remember, as alone, I sit here waiting. My mind is out of tune , the words in my head ramble, with no rhyme or reason, like an orchestra with no direction. The crescendo moving towards the very peak of insanity. The baton will now be passed to my heart, the only true maestro. The music overwhelms me and I must follow it's lead. This poem is Copyright © POOBEAR Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=6052