What can I say?
Who can I say it to?
Just an emptiness resounds.
Lying in the midst of chaos,
or is it in calm?
It's hard to tell as they merge.
Soon there will be only one,
but which I do not know.
The fear enshrouds me
and weighs on my mind.
No knives can I hold,
As the inner pain grows.
Taken from my grasp,
To save from bloodshed.
Relief is no longer an option,
Endurance, the only choice.
Life feels ever more futile,
Nebulous and trivial.
How much longer will it last?
This world's no longer
a desirable stead,
Yet the only alternative
is to be dead.
(c)2011 David McGarry
