Poezja

All these nights alone,
I can only whisper to
myself,
Fear of life and life
its self,
I fear there is no one
else,
 
My dreams start to
haunt me,
One by one everyone
begins to die,
Traumatic incidents
leave me teary-eyed,
Questions to God in
persistence of why,
 
For no reason my mind
makes up,
Never could I want this
to come true,
I can't live without
the one's I love,
So why do I dream upon
deaths of you?
 
I'm terrified so I hide
away,
Stowed upon the endless
thoughts I gain,
Never do they slimmer,
but get heavy,
So in the end all I can
feel is pain,
 
Karma never once spoke
upon death,
Though I speak it for
the life I live,
I would do anything
within my heart and soul,
This very life is what
I will give,
 
Watching the scenes
causes rivers of tears,
So I wake with a gasp
of breath,
I choke my words trying
to speak to that one,
It becomes so hard to
mention their attempted death,
 
Through the daydreams I
have awake,
I dream of mine, as
they live prosperous,
Why is fate turning
that around on me,
Why can't I shake it
off and laugh at this?
 
For what it is I
believe,
I fear for everyone
around me,
Not for my own doing
but theirs,
Because they don't see
what it is I see,
 
I wish them all the
best of health,
Never to let go the
meaning of why they're here,
I'm here too, but
stranded out so far,
So I'll continue to
suffer and keep in my fear.