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