“ THE ESSENCE “

I only live that I may die
I only love that I should cry –
I sometimes hate and wonder why
On a sunny day can’t see the sky.

The clouds are black and slowly creeping
Around me and I heard them weeping,
For they can see me gently sleeping
And to myself the wrongs I’m keeping.

Why tell you – you did not ask me
Why I let my mind go rusty;
I shut my eyes when the clear, blue sea
Got dark and gray – then black and dusty.

I just don’t care about people fighting,
Nor do I know of what I am writing;
I can not feel my heart still beating,
Nor do I know of what I’m eating.

I dare not look behind my shoulder
Else would I see the ruins there smolder;
As time goes on I get much colder
And the wrongs I do get so much bolder.

Why did that fly land on my table
And say ‘kill me’ if you think you’re able;
He did not flinch when snapped the cable
Linking him with life’s dead label.

It was death that he did fear –
Too frightened to shed a lonesome tear
For me to see – I could not hear
A whimper to gladden my open ear.

Who was he to be so free
And condemn my capability:
Now he’s dead – I must agree
A lonesome hero he must be.