why do
squirrels
try to
cross our
streets
and die?

why is
life seemingly
taken away
in the blink
of an eye?

why do
green leaves
turn yellow,
brownish copper
and reds?

why do i
feel life
so DEEPLY
that sometimes
i would
much rather
be dead?

it's a
balancing act,
wanting to
live
life,
that is.

sanity and
insanity,
God's and
the
grim reaper's
kiss.

my struggle
each day
is as real
as
these words
that with you
i choose
to share.

i'm happy,
i'm unhappy
and...
my poetic
bi polarness,
just doesn't
care.

most of
my days
are toiled
through
and,
few
feel
worth living.

my poetic
verse that
i share
with y'all
is all that
i feel
like giving.

words of
   advice to thee,

never judge
what you
can't see.

they may
be a
soul...
as tortured
and wounded
as me.