I dont know where I heading,
I dont know what I see.
Everything's a blur...,
What has become of me?
I dont know what im doing,
im lost without a sound.
Everything has it's purpose,
that purpose I haven't found.
Im blind when im running,
and armless when I reach.
Everything is failing,
and people try and teach.
New things are happening,
places going to Sh_t.
People are going broke,
and nothing is legit.
Frantic in the darkest moments,
helpless to the touch.
You ask for some help,
but thats asking for to much.
People wont stop to listen,
to the voices that we seek.
The slience has been broken,
and the illness is at it's peek.
So as I lay here armless,
and blinded to the touch.
Speechless and unspoken.
Your voice could be my crutch.
Ryan Nigh
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/motionless-10/
