| Pain Within |
| The brown puddle in the middle of a field The crow picking at the road kill I pass, I look on It's normal, It's Life They're alone--They seem to be ok As I drive along the road of routine I sit and I wonder Why? What's the purpose of this? Why am I here? What's this all about? I see signs everyday Premonitions I ignore them, but I realize They are there for some reason Some purpose Was the animal hit by the car meant to be food for the crow? Was the field not meant to grow food in that spot? Why? Why is life so disappointing? Why ____________________________Why when I'm happy does everyone try to ruin it? Why? For the first time in my life I was happy I felt things so unreal---I liked life and what it had to offer Now I'm full of disappointment Full of rage and anger Full of shame---Full of hate Finished-------------The End The Dead End |