All Gone By: Terry D. Scheerer


All Gone
By: Terry D. Scheerer

My life seems a wasted effort, no matter how hard I try;
Looks like the only solution is to lie down and die.
The voices I hear keep egging me on,
But if I do what they want, I'll just be a pawn.
So I'll do what 'I' want and to Hell with them all!
This should be fun, at least 'til my fall.
Then the pieces of my life will be all swept away,
And will I be remembered fondly?--well, maybe, some day.
It might be better if I had family or friends,
Someone to talk to and thus make amends.
But now it seems that I'm all on my own--
Sure, I have 'people' around, but I still feel alone.
Worthless and shattered, I just can't go on,
Will anyone even notice, when I am gone?
I remember a poem that covers it all,
It could be an epitaph, for my final fall.

Silent screams, echoes of fright,
Empty voices fill the night.
All around I hear the cries,
Of tormented souls with sightless eyes.
Lost and forlorn, ne'er more to be free,
These creatures of the Damned call out to me.

About the Author

Terry D. Scheerer feels that his poetry reflects aspects of his life, much of which has been dark, dreary, full of pain, death, disappointment and disillusionment. But, then, whose life hasn't been?
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