I am this year

Nights of death

Whispering lies threw

Crying minutes

And within this sorrow

I have nothing left but a broken soul

A falling into a lost empty forgetfulness

Rolling threw spider webs of crying deceate

Until the the truth is no more

And I am breathless

Within emptiness

As the clocks ring out

New year new year

My tears flood

Lakes of fear drowning dreams 

Destroying  rooms of light

And in cold shivers I die

Am I here or there

Awake or asleep

Is the world mad 

Or am I this child in a screaming purgatory

Memmories of death haunt the nights breath

So I run and run until the very flesh weeps tears

And my lungs cry out alive 

At least until tomorrow

I have found some peace 

And within this fighting presence

I change I reach

So therefore I am limitless 

I am this

A poem by Liam Herdman