Lost

My soul is deteriorating
rotting away into bits and pieces of
Nothingness
Time, money, wasted
Y + Z = X
I am buried in solitude
Why this? Why that?
Headaches
Pain
No more questions!
I mean, how many questions marks can I use
Before they run out?
God = peace
God =love
God = fulfillment
I am not sure of that.
Not sure, no longer certain
Confused
I am lost on a map trying to figure out
Which way is which
I only find an ounce of solace in my
Instrument
Paper listens
The wind = enemy.
Snatches my voice away making my words drift
Away. Drift. Float. Gone.
With it’s ever-so-powerful breezes
Maybe that’s why no one seems to hear me
Damn that wind!
I try to be heard hmmm maybe I should move out of New York
What about love?
Where are you Love?
I challenge you to come forth
And set your eyes on me.
Coward.
Peace + Fulfillment + God + Family + Church + Love = 0
I was never good at math!