My Existence

The night was so young and serene, the silence of it made me scream assuring my existence and all around me – disturbing the peace of it all.

The stillness sent me into sickness vomiting into that calm river, exonerating the infection that took over me, unable to identify the direction of the flow… so passive until the uproar, of the disease in me was gone.

Having rolled over I look into space, through the obscurity of the sky trying to solve my mystery of life, in this aging world before I expire.

Gazing upon the moon, it seemed to unfold coloring into a scarlet red. Appearing to bleed, gently gliding down… a drop fell next to me.

Soaking into the ground a rose grew, beautiful and elegant, like an Angel, but in an instant the gorgeous rose died as quick as it bloomed.

Questioning my life my walk home drove me crazy. As the moon crossed the sky endless amounts of thoughts crossed my mind.

Getting lost through this maze, encountering the dead ends and never-ending path ways, through my mind.

Daylight broke out and everything became even more arcane. Losing control, I’ve become lost in this world I’ve created, out of the curiosity of my life.

Contemplating on the past, I speculate the impacts I’ve made, the pleasant the dreadful.

I think of the rose, how it brought the Ecstasy and the sorrow out of me… as i did with others.

Still lost in this maze of mine, misplaced and bleak, I can’t do but wonder whats the point of me.

I’ve herd this noise over and over, but I know there is no one and nothing here, but me. I realize that it’s just me, I’m alone, this good thought wrong.

The insanity has taken the best of me… I sit in waiting to let what’s best for me, find me.