Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Why even be

Afraid to think of you
I lay in darkness
Surrounded by mystery,
Surrounded by fear.
Surrounded by something,
So unclear.

That rattling sound
Those lashing waves
Fighting hard
To keep my sane
No more violence, no more pain
No more heart, only brain.

The enigma of life
The things I see
Make me question
Why even be?
Why even be, when all I see
Is hollowness and opacity
Why even be, when all I see
Is reality, so phony


Shantanu said...

And the world welcomes with joined hands and sparkling glasses of sherry a new poet - a new poet by the name of Andy the Poet.

cinnamon pig said...