I feel...

I feel....
as if I was shot by
a 45 Stumbling at a
45 degree angle down
a long mysterious and
tangled life. Nightmares
of yesterday's torment
and evil are sinister and
unforgiving. They plague
my sight...

Lord have I lost?
Have I for the first time
lost my precious light?
Have I lost the ability
to decipher the beauty
of which is right? I
feel as if I lost my
righteousness not in
favor of you tonight...

I feel....

as if I am dying
inside my soul I am
crying loosing control
letting go and flying
away from here
stealing away as a
ghost...

The very
sorrow that people
feel most can't even
come close to the fire
that scorches and
transforms me into
toast...
your glasses to
magnificent memories
memorably will my name
pass through your lips to
remember me? Or shall
I just fade through time
invisibly only known to you....

known to you only as a memory?....Tell me...