"Untitled"

 

Looking up to see the gloomy clouds

Wondering if it's time to sing my last song

Knowing it could overpower little old me

Yet somehow I feel its power and hope

 

Laying in the rain washing over my body

Flooding away that which gives life

A pale trace of a crimson river

Runs away from wherein I lay

 

Lost in a sea of images and thoughts

As I run away from myself

Trapped in a loop of wills

Fighting for life, then for death

 

Too young and too unsure

To be trapped in this painful here

I was given a gift

And the world to bear

 

Never happy and always strong

Never taking and always giving

Never alone and always lonely

Never hoping and always dreaming

 

For so long I grew around the gift

Shielding it's pain from me

Unready for its burden

And its one true power

 

Never quite alive and never quite dead

I waited until a light shone down

Upon my head and wiped clear

A path for me to walk

 

Lost in a sea of images and thoughts

As I run to myself

Finding parts long ago I lost

Fighting for life, then for death

 

But my life has just turned a page

And I fear "the end" is near

And this is the final chapter

If I could only find myself