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

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

Often as
I go through my day...

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

In those final moments
What would I feel...

Rain of terror
Cry of night...

A floating thought
A string of time...

Silence, without mystery
Comfort, without presence...

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

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

One look at my life
And it seems all's alright...

One would think if they looked
That I don't feel that pain...