LOST
Standing atop the building, the concrete calls to me; will the fall set me free?
Will the landing exhonorate my guilt?
Are the reasons good enough for the action and does the "ends jutify the means?"
I seek the acceptance of the ones around me to no avail, the empty reasonings of man fill my void brain. Swimming in my head like a fish in a net.
Is this all worth the torment? Is the reward real?
Can I, the loser foremost, attain the righteousness needed to inherit the prize?
Will I see the other side with clarity? Or just see through the cloudy dream I live now.
Reaching out like a child for help, I shatter windows...now reaching through the broken glass of my life I am cut to the bone...my hopes and dreams bleeding out like deep red water.
Empty of self and reason I lash out.
I sit with my head in my stained hands.
I kneel in a dried pool of tears.
Stained for life, by life.
Will I ever see days of happiness again.........
Fear, like fresh blood drips from my eyes, Sunken orbs where once bright eyes lied.
New scars of life cut deep into my flesh leaving their tell-tale marks upon my malaised soul.
Despair leaves me grieved.
In a crowd but yet alone, alone in my personal paroxysm.............
I am truly on of the LOST.
TSA. | 
Oh well....life went on. 
