Are You Or Aren't You Poem by Samuel Richard Leonard

Who am I;
but another fading face; fleeting faith, disgrace; begging for a place?

Born of stars;
or maybe from the rain; reaching out in pain; regrets repressed to shame.

I could spend the rest of my life
trying to decide
who what the when and why,

but I am blind, desperate to find
any sort of light
to guide my down cast eyes.

Who are you;
are you even there, to save me from despair, to pluck me out the tide?

Always there;
could it be you who spun this web, put me through this pain, to unending scathing flame?

I will never know the answer,
it's impossible to know, so all that's left to ask, are the rocks here left to show.