
Crisis of Life
The threads are slipping by
disillusioning the strands of my life
the known is becoming strange
and mist is what resides
What matters is no more
fuzzy thoughts spinning inside
no clear way ahead
just following etches in stone
The sunlight streams by
and yet darkness remains
Fighting to break out
but no hand to hold in the rain
Its a sad and punishing world
the justice is screwed ten times over
The trust fades in misery
backstabbing in retaliation
Helpless I feel, words don't reach
stuttering in dark waiting to be seen.
Heart weeps, emotions laid bare,
rotting in silence I sleep.




