I wrote this poem during a time of dispare....
COULD IT BE?
I sit in the dim light of hell, could it be?
I smoke my cigarettes, could it be?
I write my mind, could it be?
I think about the dims of life, could it be?
I dream the sad dreams, could it be?
I plan my future to the degree, could it be?
I cry in the heart with a knife, could it be?
I look up to see the light in the heavens, could it be?
I look down only to see darkness, could it be?
I look to my right to see the beginning of time, could it be?
I look to my left to see the end of war, could it be?
I close my eyes and notice hate, dread, and violence, could it be?
I open my eyes to notice nothing at all, could it be?
I sit at night waiting for puzzles to close, could it be?
I sleep at day to stay away, could it be?
I've lost it, my mind that is, could it be?
I live as a recluse I believe, could it be?
I listen to music that takes my soul, could it be?
I know people that have demolished my trust, could it be?
I cry in pain by the hurt, could it be?
I've hit rock bottom, could it be?
I'm slowly dying inside, could it be?
I wear black or gray to show my ways, could it be?
I lost my feelings to the true me, could it be?
I think about death, but not to others, could it be?
I need help in my twisted brain, could it be?
I could be crazy or insane, could it be?
I may commit my own death at any time, could it be?
Could it be I'm alone and need serious help, could it be?
Could it be?
