Sitting in the dark
My questioning of life goes on,
I am held together by the sinews
Of mind which thankfully are strong,
My synaptic nerves are raw
And I am riven to the core,
By everything in life and existing
It seems so easy to understand,
Why people, who get hurt by love
And the general hardships in life,
Find it hard to hold it together over time,
I am not blind, so I question why?
In this shadow of my room late at night
That I search for reasons,
I want to discover all the lies
So I can make better informed decisions,
Regarding the important things in life,
That may see the darkness of my room lifted
And be dazzled by a light of truth and discovery that drifts in,
I don’t need any platitudes, I require honesty
So that I can determine how to thrive,
Unlike now, where in the darkness
Without any form of nutrition,
I am likely, just to wilt away and finally die,
Just because I couldn’t find
The answers to my questions,
That constantly and perpetually plagues my active mind.
fauxcroft 