My outlook on life has turned so gradually that I have failed to notice its decay. My generous life is leaking, pouring, making me exhausted. when giving is all I want to do, my soul asks, why? My nature is not one that holds and hoards, but reacts in gifts for those I care for. Perhaps its time to ask, why give, why share, why even care, when caring eyes don't watch and silent stares show only hatred from veiled demagogues and forked tongues make rude assumtions.I've asked why so many times, why am I here and for what purpose. Why can't I see past their lies see past the white smiles and bright beaming faces, to the core of something much to my dismay. When shrouded in secrecy, what secret do they hide, if such a secret were mine, would I too hold with white knuckles. Grasping, clawing, knawing, screaming, despoliation, more clouds linger and their secret remains.I can't even understand what I mean any more. Its like my mind is mealting and these words are the left overs. As my mind pieces together sentences they shutter at the possiblities. And my mind dromes further into chaos, and even deeper into insanity. I use to be clear minded, saw perfect cirlces and even saw precious light. Now sheilded from reason I go stark raving mad by the sight of the sun. My mind leaps forth drawing its own false interpretations. Will this mask be lifted to expose the lover of life, that I once was. Or will I remain in darkness, where eyes no longer watch and I am within myself, alone.USED WITH PREMISSION BY...ARICK...
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