WHY





Time to die or fight for life
Broken down deserted strife
Blinded along the way
A riddle to Phadreus I pray

Cut in the middle, no sense to say
Stuck with intent, not light of day

Crushed mountains of beliefs
Polluted oceans of desires
A pungent reminder, stanching
Decay and death starves
Bleak and lifeless cries
Children tortured by fears

Adults' caved ignorance clears
The head games we play
Having nothing to say
We crumble away
No light today
This sense decay

Riddled I pray?

Falling down upon my knees
Unloading a weighty disease
Flailing arms curse the sun
Ripping the flaming tendrils
Death coolly waits
Blind in faith

Dry cracking cough
Leathered beauty in
A deserted desolation
Withers and shrivels away
Remnants scatter into nothingness
Are lost treasures awaiting us?

Or is it time to die?
Phadreus simply shrugs
And sighs
Why?
~





DBrown Fisher
© Nov 2001

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