It seems
that in life
there are always more questions
than answers,
riddles and games that frustrate me
lies and hypocrisy.
I am so lonely I could go crazy,
raging and destroying like a mad man;
yearning for an answer
to pacify my sickness.
Confusion
is my downfall.
Needing,
desperately,
some reason,
some simple thing
to get me to care again.
I reach out for it in the night,
and dream of its discovery.
I want to
run,
escape,
and find a peaceful shore
to calmly think
and wait.