Timeforge

Nothing makes sense,

everything’s wrong.

You have no strength.

You have no friends.

Mindlessly, blindly

crawling forward, creeping.

No home, no goal;

an endless road of pain.

Grain by grain,

your life slips away,

until you’re left

with what you are.

You stare at your clenched fists,

feel the wind blowing through your fingers.

Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Squat!

Miserable and destructive,

yet reaching for the moon.

Playing in the garden of God

with your imaginary friends,

prepare for temptation, treason, deceit.

It’s all you’re gonna find.

MdG