Living is losing death rears
its ugly head dread. Sleepless
nights spent in contemplation.
Seeking some kind of
explanation. Yet the questions
go in answered. No coward
onward as if set adrift the path
is cricked.
On this subject which is what?
Really not enough slandered.
Like a push turned to a shove.
Wander onward towers of mistakes.
How much drama can one life take
before it brakes under the pressures
and worries.
