Well, it won't be the best poem in there, but I'd like to submit this one. I hope someone likes it :-) Shouting Into The Dark. by Shoshanna. When I am gone, What will live on of me? Will someone think to tell Rend'rosity? Perhaps this page will still be here when I Have passed to other worlds? I'll learn to fly Among the stars, a virtual being near And hope to move the casual reader here. The thought that I may touch you once, when I am gone Lends me the strength each troubled night to carry on. Do we post here, to shout against the dark? Encode a page upon this web to leave a human mark? Are these advances in our desktop schemes Used to reach out in search of human dreams? I may be lost already to the world And stumbled unaware upon my words you read unknowing Perhaps one day my son will find this part of me unfurled? When he is done with teenaged trials and growing I feel myself decaying as I speak And type against the fear that makes me weak. Will I have time? Is it too late already? Will I grow blind, before my visions steady? Can I translate the wonders I have seen So you can see and say you know exactly what I mean? Or is this all a simple "look at me!" I'm special nowhere else, but here, maybe? Could I but live in real life as honestly as I live here Would I have lived a life Less full of fear?