When Life becomes an enemy
It ceases to annoy me,
for peace I cannot tolerate
and silence will obliterate my
Self.Now tell me, why do I persist
in mindless dreams that don’t exist?
I waver at the brink of doom,
while sheltered safely in my room up
Stairs.I find no sanctuary here,
the furtive night is ever near
I’ve courted Death too ardently,
now he’ll have naught to do with me to
Day.In discontent I search the sky
I want to laugh, but still I cry,
exhausted by futility,
alone amidst the strange debris of
Life.
No Expert But Of Himself—Just writing what I know, a bit of what I think I know, hopefully I help others know a bit more than they knew.