Straining to live

Striving to find something just beyond my reach

I can't see ahead

The light that used lead me is slowly fading

giving way

to the falling mist

covering my tracks

so none can follow me

to find out where I am

My eyesight fades

The deafening numbness has covered the way

Loneliness aches

But feeling is the only signal of life

And this is all I get

So I'll pursue it

With all I have left

with my broken heart

my heart cries out

And it's lost in the darkness surrounding me

“This can't be life”

But it's the only way I've found to live

I must remain here

to forget the memories

that I've failed to find

the life my heart cries for

Why isn't life good enough? What more do I need

It's taken away all that I have

I can't sacrifice anymore

For this vain pursuit

I want to forget

what I want to remember

I want to release

what is keeping me alive

I'm giving it up

I'd rather live alone, than die in vain

From one mood all of my poems and songs spring from – loneliness. I wonder why. And, oddly enough, I want to be here, because it allows me to express what I otherwise could not write - Casey Allen


(I typed this in back before I left for AL, but I never published it because I wasn't sure that I wanted to. Well, granted I'm not necessarily at this point anymore, I think it's one of his better ones- so I'll publish it - Me)