The Dying Cry Poem by Patty Rose

Too easily lost is my sight
of what I know to be is right
not knowing how I feel
or how to be sure it's real
everything too simply rhymes
as the clock ticks in time
too pure for me to know
how it can truly show
if people are so far from me
and no one dare to be me

close to the light that shines inside
while we move along inseparable tides
how can life be like the waves of a sea
when we live by more than what it is to be
what do we know really
that only ghosts can show
how can we hear the silence of life
when it speaks no words we can understand
we wonder what we know not of
seeking truth in the aura of love
finding tranquility silent on the soul
its distance thousand-fold from our existence
we can’t escape
unanswered fate
oh how it cries
I think i’m going to die