5

Things taken and torn
Once mine then no more
I weep my sadness sudden
Spinning out of control

Need something hold tight
Afraid of the nothing
Feeling less than the lowest
Residue of suffering

What have I to give?
Your eyes no longer see
Only others are seen
I saw them asking

Crazy they tell me
Not usual as usual
Always telling stories
Making words appear

A little slow in body and mind
Others too fast for me
I bend my head low
Listening to the ground not others