Friday, March 25, 2011

one night in the morgue

How can I relate to this world
Every breath is filled with sorrow
Every hope is twirled
Into the miasma
Of fear and greed
I am alone
Waiting for the end
Hope has a seed in me
But it can never grow
I can only wait
Reap and sow
The dreams be more
Than taunts and torments
Of a better world
That remains out of reach
Ever so
While the reality of my life
Is that it burns
Every pass by
Every rotation
Every turn

All the Lonely People