Odd Poem

      Tear drops, and blinding light,
      Sorrow, weakness, faith and might -
      In my soul they all exist.
      That is why I'm really pissed.

      I feel happy when I'm sad.
      I feel hungry when I'm fed.
      I've got power - yet I'm weak.
      I've been hurt eight times a week.

      I've got nothing but my sins.
      I've got scars on fragile skin.
      I had trust and now it's gone.
      But my life is not yet done.

      I place bets on my next day.
      I have debts all through my way.
      I belive the day will come,
      When my fear I overcome.

      Place I know of I could go
      Isn't real and won't show...
      I let got of all my dreams,
      And I breathe in my last scream...

      Close my eyes and say a prayer...
      People die and go somewhere,
      To be happy or to die
      In eternal burning fire.

      2003