I am fighting for a reason to keep living...the ink flowing outta my pen seems determined to keep me in season.. welcome to my head.. enjoy.

Shoul i be scared at this level?
that the bottom of my soul is just as dark as my tea kettle..

I know at this age it is wrong for me to give up
but whats the purpose of living a life full of downs and no up..

Just like a black void depraved of light
my mind is full of endless opportunities devoid of insight..

As a sheep being led to the slaughter with no where to turn to
i have groanings in my soul looking for that one ear to talk to..

He said "if i have faith my purpose can be uncovered"
but then i think, can water once spilled be recovered?


ps... critics are allowed..