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