Darkness, all around
you're falling, falling...
There is another side of me, in which I cannot...
Shadow of pain
Relinquish from the shadow...
February 11, 1963.
Oh, what exploits this day will hold...
Screaming to the clouds
Wishing I could feel happy...
***this is the basic blue print for this poem...
I feel dead...
There are many sides of me
For others to see...
One corpse, 101 souls,
All of which make me whole...
What is happening to me?
Do I choose to only see what I want to see...
Dark rainy clouds. To the calm sun.
Taking over my scene...
Dings of rhythm,
play about...
No where near passionate life or the fateful dead
Not able to feel any bliss or a trace of dread...