Yet To Be Answered

written 12.14.08

what is this thing deep inside

worry? doutb?

who knows what about...

the more i search,

the less i find.

it's as if my life

(stands still in time)

without a clue to follow,

i feel lost and hollow.

crushing pressure on chest,

it's like wearing a two ton vest.

i let the pain fill my lungs,

a silent scream, and it's done.

no thoughts to think,

nor words to speak.

 

 

 

i am

alone

 

 

on the mountain's peak.