I took a walk down the lane.
And I thought I’ve gone insane.
I saw the dead.
Infested with a disease.
My brain screams.
You’re in the season from hell.
No one knows but me.
No one can feel my pain.
I have nothing.
Am nothing
I search for the door.
A door to escape.
What’s next?
I will never know.
The hurt won’t last.
Then the end.
RGH
3-13-19