i find
no guardrail no handle no rope
life unwinds
trails unlit by candles whilst my searching hands grope
placing each step cautiously between deaths, trying to cope
so often unsure, death is life's cure
i am found
silently screaming in this merciless unwaking dream
just part of this biologic grand scheme
despite longing for meaning no one's at the wheel
shattering basic belief in fairness, so utterly unreal
i feel lost
as do the multitudes of people in agony
i want to bolster a spirit that more often sags in me
the only comfort being the moment we are in
embracing one another to stifle death's din...
we are here
for a moment, then see ya, so long
how, oh how, are we to remain strong?
without some sense of where we belong?
7 February 2008
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