desolate confusion rains down upon me;
making even the strongest feel wee.

the trees start whispering;
the dogs start whimpering.

solace of silence no longer comforts;
as the mind contorts.

wee little thieves;
can no longer hide their disease.

used to stand as one;
now all they do is run.

fallen apart have they;
no one can pray.

where did HE go?

left to their own devices;
each one is indecisive.

now standing alone;
no one can match their tone.