Coppertop

The total unknowing

of what I am going to write

it does not help.

The lack of a force

to comment on my poems

it does not help.

There is a faint ache

in the back of my head

that I cannot define.

What is it, I wonder?

Insanity finally taking over?

My ressurection from the pits of hell?

I had the answers once.

I don't anymore.

Stripped of all I once was

and all I never was

I wonder if I'm about to relive

or about to meet my Maker?

Either way...

it should be interesting.