Strolling Through Society's Desolution

Time going by
Feeling alone
Like a restless Ghost
Haunting the daily miles I roam

I can feel the wind
As it hits my face
How can that be?
The dead cannot feel

Ah, Misery sets in
Mind running fast
Stress grows
How long will this last?

“What is my mission in life?”

“I thought I knew
But I was wrong”

Oh, How I give out my heart
With everything I could ever give
Seems never good enough
In this world I supposedly live

Alienated, But I must go on
If not accepted
Must venture even further
In a realm
Where I can feel at peace, Deceased

Life, Why have you forsaken me?

Oh, If only I had wings
But wingless I will go on

Yet, Was I even alive?
Anyone out there?

At least respect that at one time I did exist
I always noticed you, Did they?

What is loyalty anyways?
I thought I knew


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
3/24/10