CEASE

It is hard to look up.

When you are always down.

I cannot even get back up.

With this dark cloud hanging over me.

How am I supposed to believe?

When I question reality.

Standing on high.

Looking down below.

I have to wonder.

When nothing makes any sense.

I look to see.

With the grey all around me.

I just want to block everything out.

Everything is bombarding me.

Where do I go?

When there is nowhere to go.

What do I say?

When there is no one to listen.

How do I continue?

When I haven't the will.

Close my eyes.

Maybe everything will just cease.

SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY