Echoes of echoes, resound in my head.
memories of memories, from past lifes I've led.
Who have I been, what have I done.
Am I hiding from something, Am I on the run?
Dreams of past dreams, keep me awake.
Speaking of speaking, my silence I break.
Spinning and falling, I lightly touch ground.
Head spinning in circles, I'm looking around.
Thinking I'm dizzy, I'm reeling away.
My head's playing, games I don't like to play.
Gawking and looking, into people's eyes.
Nobody likes me, I see no surprise.
I've heard the truth, I've heard all the lies.
I love the sound of my own strangled cries.
I have answers and questions nobody hears.
Sobbing and weeping I love salty beers.
Daydreaming of daylight, waiting for dark.
Searching for nothing, missing that spark.
A day in my life, a reminder of death.
Endlessly searching for my last breath.
The day I find it, the day that I die.
No one will care, no one will cry
D.L. Crockett -- 9/27/22