Untitled Poem by Ryan Sanders

t seems this world is senseless
I sit here under this spell of restlessness
Sick and tired of it all
Time to tear down this wall

Forward I push
Backward I fall
I stare into the bush
Hear my call

What would you say?
If there wasnt another day
No more tomorrow
Would you be filled with sorrow?

Death would be a release
Will you, will you?
Oh please, oh please
Take me away too

Nothing for me here
From my eye, a tear
Please listen, listen
From death, no one has risen