What is on my mind

What is on my mind

You want to know what is on my

tired cluttered mind right at this very

moment in time while I am only

sitting here on this cold dirty floor

looking up at the fake flamed

fireplace feeling the warmth

watching the shadows dance

upon the ceilings like birds flying

across the midnight skies silently

flapping their wings in motion

forgetting all of the reasons why

they need to fly so high during the

darkness of the nighttime skies

since when the last of all the happy

laughter and joy had faded away

into nothing without a funeral,

a six-foot hole or even a memorial as the

tears begin to fall faster than the

water from all the falls falling

stronger than the rivers flowing

down to the oceans deep that can

be mightier than the mountains

steep then falling Into the abyss of

a black sheer cold of nothingness

where the sounds of screams go

nowhere so if you listen real hard

you will hear the end of all we fear

as the stars lose all their wishes

and the light dims down as the

moon can no longer be found and

the sun forgot to rise up in the early

morning skies for the morning light.

Then I wonder why am I hear in so

much sadness and many fears to

live a life with no love near to feel so

alone the pain is real, why must we

all live a life so very hard just die

in the end anyways are we a game, God

likes playing with all his disciples

right behind him rolling the dice to

decide our fates or are we here to

serve some purpose in a big tent

three-ring circus or is it what it is

And will be what it will and that

is what is on my mind.

Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.

A #Poets Journey