By: richard delong
        11-2-97

The dry tears burn in my eyes,
no escape for them to be found.
My mind a blur, no idea were to go,
Yet one thing stands clear, my love for you.
Dropping to my knees, hands on my eyes,
My own fists bashing me to the ground,
My own fists leaving me there, no hand held to rise,
Rolling to my side, opening my eyes to the world again,
the blur has spread, leaving nothing in my site,
I fumble, with my feelings, no thoughts come to mind,
a clean slate of pain, my blood concealing what it held,
no idea comes to mind, no path do I have to follow,
a world of pain, of torture, seeking my destruction,
shall I wander my way in this world, seeking what may be close,
or to take a line and travel, hoping one day the path will prove true,
I have no idea, maybe a mix of the two, wandering around my strait line,
step again were I was before, checking to see if my sight failed me,
for I cannot be sure of everything I do, make it perfect,
and yet I try, again and again, only see what great deeds I may have done as failures,
never have I felt much pride for what I have done,
but taken it upon myself to strike again that stake to my heart,
never have I done what is my full potential, never have I accomplished what I could have,
never do I see the good in what I have done, but the bad,
promising never to make the mistake again, thought I know I will, over and over,
but it does add another reason for those hands of mine, to come beating down on me,
again they fall,  and I do not respond, from my crouch they beat me down,
rolling in the dust again, the dust I seek as my home,
almost never do I feel pride in what I do, yet one thing does do me good,
to reach out, and help another, giving up part of my own self,
maybe just a bit of time, maybe something I hold dear,
the slightest pain I feel from losing it, yet my heart does grow from the act,
there smile, happiness, that which I have caused,
the simple pleasures in my life.