Looking for my light
while losing all my sight...

Some poems are funny
some poems are mad...

Sinking slowly through the bubble of fate
while struggling to find a way to escape...

Eyes of a soldier- WWII
bombs in my eyes...

Sitting down in my chair
breathing all this thin...

I help my friends up like steps to a ladder
when they get above me...

a puzzle in a box
incomplete and lost...

Everything seems to slip away,
when you try to stand up like a kid...

Confusion builds like a tower
stretching over many hills...

When I look at myself in the mirror in front of me
its not me that i see...

A picture in a window
a kid by a tree...

Lost in the dark
as my soul falls apart...