• trying to reach that place in my mind,
    that place where all is quiet and calm,
    where there are no worries there to find,
    no pressures; pains; or snobs,
    in this place i am at peace,
    i am happy and loved,
    all i care about is there with me,
    why do i bother,
    to write out how i feel,
    no body cares,
    nothing is real,
    my emotions are a joke,
    to all those around,
    in this river of hate,
    i have already drowned,
    what is the point to anything,
    nothing will come of it,
    i wont feel better,
    the pain will just sit there,
    just under the surface,
    always i ask for the reason why,
    but the answer never comes,
    i am always denied,
    why do i bother,
    this poem doesnt follow proper rhymes,
    for that matter why do i care,
    no one else does,
    what does it matter,
    it doesnt,
    i dont care anymore,
    nor does anyone else,
    that place in my mind doesnt exist any longer,
    it hasnt for years,
    long since forgotten,
    in all of my tears,
    this is my desparation,
    all of my fears,
    why are we here,
    why do we die,
    what is the point,
    why must they lie,
    after we die,
    where do we go,
    is there a purpose to life,
    my guess would be no.
    S.Cabral 11/22/09