Alone Poem by Johnny Toerien

Still alone and afraid. Lies and dread spread like disease., yet I sit here motionless and careless... Waiting for my death to approach, as senseless as iets seems we all must except what is and what is to come. Yet intelligence stands to disagree and fights me on everything... What is a being to do when nothing seems worth while when everything stands against you and nothing will support you... Give up is the easiest choice, yet the worse one te make. Stand strong is an action but one only has so much energy to use before your tired and worn out.... The answer is infinite yet simple, confusing yet clear, known yet unknown... It's complicated....