Almost to tired for A word It feels like everything Is closing in On me What have I Done? I thought I had A message So much noise Out there Perhaps I should Have stayed Silent Little strength Left to explain I guess I must Leave it to their Own inner voices To understand, or Discard I can only share I am not the Maker of hearts When I was young I felt it Now that I'm old I consider it I fear to many Hearts will have Turned away Why would they Crave darkness Over light Very strange