Answer Me

ANSWER ME

What a frail, frail world … tainted and all.
With the heavy foreboding … how could I stand tall?
Crying … screaming … moaning …
Answer me …
Why should it all be?

It’s a plethora of obscurity running like rampant river.
Scorching heat … unbearable cold …
Faith and hope … I no longer could hold.
Why is it?
Answer me …

Outside is a deadly cul-de-sac …
Help me … I’m falling … nowhere … it’s dark and black …
Praying … begging … no riposte.
Tell me why?
Answer me …

Go on … round and round … in an obliterate world …
Sound the bell of the rising life …
Of this disease so common and rife …
Tell me, fellow … what are you weaving?
I’m asking you a question.
Answer me …
All I here is loud silence …