(after John Clare) <br /> <br />My friends have left me, <br />they do know me not <br />and at times I am struggling with my sanity <br />but there are still some words that I have got <br /> <br />while the sense of nothingness <br />envelops all of my world <br />and to everything I have a strange aloofness <br />while I am trying to hold <br /> <br />onto some kind of meaning <br />as my life under the whip of destiny bends <br />but it's at the edge of disaster that I am leaning <br />and it feels as if everything somehow ends <br /> <br />while instinctively I know <br />over the edge at a time I have got to go <br /> <br />[References: 'I am - yet what I am none cares or knows' by John Clare.]<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-friends-have-left-me/
