Ranting

My head is numb as is my heart.
Something is gone, I lack a part.
The darkness calls I hesitate -
This growing urge I long to sate.

I am not me, but someone else;
My growing feeling nothing quells.
Chaos and chance do call my name,
As my life path does chance the same.

Where is the beauty, where the light?
All good is fleeting in my sight.
Maintaining balance oft a chore.
Yet still I hope and struggle more.

A chance comfort comes my way -
The right or wrong, who can say?
If honor is no longer dear,
Then how can I explain this fear?

A world so fallen, nothing lasts;
The pain and suffering little masks.
A gentle touch, persistant hope
Is all that offers aid to cope.

I'm filthy, can you make me clean?
I'm muted, can you  make me scream?
There's nothing in this life for me,
For I do not know what to be.


(c) 2002 Robert H. Harrison