Some Times
Sometimes I just don't know.
All of my thoughts
All of my dreams
Are now all gone.
And as I try to stand day to day, I shake.
I fall to my knees and look up, I look for something I can't find any more.
For I'm no longer a child, nor can I ever be again.
But now I'm weaker than a new born.
And how can I care for myself, let alone anyone else.
How can I find my soul,
Is it still here?
Or did it pass away when the sun fell on that cold Winters night?
Brady Smith
10/6/97