How can one write a poem
About complete confusion...

In my life I wonder
What am I hanging on to...

In those final moments
What would I feel...

Rain of terror
Cry of night...

Often as
I go through my day...

I hear what people have to say
I read what they cannot...

It's kinda sad really. People go to read things...

Death in thoughts
Desperation surrounds...

One day there will be
a time when I'm not...

By your hand did the weak fall
By your hand did the strong fall...

We may live on a spinning ball
But to me it seems so flat...

Silence, without mystery
Comfort, without presence...