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.