Suicide

[Tattered]

Every body is searching for that elusive thing.

That thing called love or purpose, meaning

I feel so lost and trapped and down.

How long will I sit in silence on the ground?

 

I lost my self worth some where on the way.

Through my life and trials it has slipped away.

Every new begining is followed by the end.

Every bright ray shining turns to shadows of a friend.

 

I don't know how to stand again

I've lost the energy and desire to try

I give up

I have lost

The battle is won

Death 3 and me none

[reverie]

chin up young poet... "tomorrow is another day" ...and all that

 

 

 

Stand.

31Dec2002.

 

It’s the difference between:

My names is…and I AM!

 

The struggle between:

I can’t…and I CAN!

 

Why poison the well?

In which you dwell.

 

Drinking the milk

Of a faith turned frail.

 

Look in the mirror,

No, do not look away

 

Accept that the fire

Burns up much, in our day.

 

Idols will break

And hero’s will waste

 

Mobs will turn fickle

And delights will lose taste.

 

But will you let…

the bitter fear win.

Drowned in a deluge…

of those who won’t swim

 

Or will you stand before the waves

Beating all back with confindant gaze.

 

Exclaiming a loud. I exist too!

Learning in wonder, who really needs who?

 

 

 

 

revery

the dreamlost

"into the grace of god go I" (four squirells)

the dream continues...