Being Sane Poem by Timothy Long

It's disappearing at my door, or at least I thought forever more, the judgement could kill my hopes and dreams not knowing the truth, it's sad really, just to disappear with god heaving through this life and maybe the next, nightmares become reality really like not mattering someone you thought loved you, trusting too much was the problem, I just never had the answer, some how I thought love was as well but that's the cruelest, to be gone is a terrible flaw, but to betray is unfaith able, crying does happen to anyone, it is not weak but strong as it shows true caring, but as sadness roaring in the heat the brain smiles as life continues, sinning to get rid of my sadness to prove the importance, going away not for good but limited time I say, sadness escapes life, then that would be something, some from nothing.