Questions Unanswered
Just before the twilight and my dreams have awoken me.
Sometimes sleepimg can be a nightmare worse than living its self.
Always my weakness for the flesh haunt my dreams;
And when awake I'm left to drink the potions of a bitter cup.
Am I but the dredge of humanity, pathetic and damned?
Will he turn from me and proclaim he knows me not?
Are my efforts but an attempted measure to secure safety?
I fear I am but an actor with each line well rehearsed and planned.
Such as this may well explain why good friends often come and go;
Lovers love me with intensity then become vile and love me no more.
Good times reach crescendos of great magnitude then disappear.
Why I achieve no atonement I've yet to understand and know.
Am I burdened with superstitious God like conceptions;
I ask you, what of positive thinking, is it not the same?
Surely all manner of negativity can only hinder ones true freedom.
So I ask, what are the truths of life's realities?
I ponder those things in these early mornings;
While sifting through my ever growing Short comings
How smart I thought I was and now doom lurks and I'm unable to adjust
It's beyond me and in my heart and mind answers seem lost in a storm
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