Why Life

I'm not a fan of days like this. When I can only daydream of another life. Of a happy life. All I can feel at this moment is the need to be alone, in a dark room. I mean a room so dark it is completely devoid of light. There I could curl up in a ball and close my eyes, shut off my brain and drift. Not thinking or feeling, just drifting. 

 

On days like this when the thought of happiness seems unobtainable, I can't even have that. Why isn't there a reset button I could hit? Why can't I start over without this baggage? Why does the thought of more time seem so unbearable? What is the point of all of this? 

Written and Published by Don Leach. May not be used without permission from the author.

Conflicted State Of Mind

This is something I wrote a few months back and haven't really edited since, until typing it here tonight but I thought I'd put it up. I think there's something there if I can get the time to think about it but really if I can sit down with Tommy I know we can turn it into something good. But then time is elusive isn't it?

How am I supposed to feel
when a man is killed
should I shout and cheer
because he was evil
how should i react to the news
the bringer of death is dead
should i fly a flag on high
stand in the rain fist raised

according to you God loves us more
we're on his side and he protects
according to you we've got the right
to do as we please where we please
according to you our God rules supreme
and sets us on a pedestal

you tell me that God takes sides
thank God he's on ours then
but if his hand touched them
why didn't he save the towers
what makes one life worth more
than a thousand others
does he pick and choose who
or let us do for ourselves

it can't be both so
is my God the same as yours?

Published by Don Leach