(Written in the dark hours of 2009)
Is this really me
Whom I am now but yesterday i was not?
Can I still be me
While I've been stripped of all i ever was?
I'm no longer myself
Whats left of me is nothing but a shell
Broken and emptied
Even my words are hollow and meaningless
My life is about finding answers
But now to all that matters I find none
All seems blurred I cant tell wrong from right
My mind is blunted and my spirit is numb
I once was but I'm no longer
The transition was slow but it sure happened
The rain poured fast and harder
And like a bleach it washed away all my colours
But earth is not spoiled by a single shower
The old sage Swinburne observed
Though the rain has fallen and ruined all the ripe corn
From the same ground the fallen seeds will eventually sprout!
