Deep sadness
Unto delirium
Unto madness
Losing equilibrium 
I cannot speak 

Will I fall again?
Have I gotten so old and when?
There are none on whom to depend 
Where are my friends now
Lost my gladness 
Yes It seems I passed my peak

Yes where is there a friendly soul?
Surely not so far away
The happy days seem 
To be long in the past today 
I must look to find where 
My forgotten friends are
Those that care  

I hope they are okay

And that are mutuality lasts 


Sometimes you have to be the one 
To reach out 
And touch -- Such is the song of the stars

O, but really this misery 
Is not yet such livid dread
Abandoning truth in this poetic 
Muse 
I often lose all truth in my head  

It's just this state
Of being alone so long 
Relying on the written word
And technology 
To satiate my endless desires 
And rectify 
My hopeless melancholia 
Take all of my poems and stories
And throw them all into the fires 

If there shall be World War Three
I shall know not what to do 
I will hide from the face of envied war torn land 
I will only seek love 
A happier future I will dream of 
I will keep eyes looking above 
I shall wait 
And trust in the creator's hand 

So true 

Thre is nothing else to do

But trust in the holy dove 

And now this seducing and selfish pain abates 
Leaving my hands trembling cold 
Winter's coming, all things change 
I must search deeper into the soul 

And I have but one question:

How will I love everything again?

On.