There be no morning, night, no light upon the breeze, no leaves left fluttering in the branches on the trees, all these gone now far away and just a tenant here, a remnant of some yesterday when it was clear to me that something had to give.

If i should live or I should not then tell me is it worth the things I thought I'd never got?

Why does Jesus put me on the spot?stuck up there
high on the cross

can he not see
the shining of this agony?

But it is dark and how
the workers end their day
trudging home and
cannot say,
that this looks sad.

I guess he cannot see
the emptiness
emotion in the
turmoil of the endless
friendless
sea.