Life Poem by Timothy Long

Any which way the wind blows outside my window, I lied right through my brain, death we smile at, why can't I cry for thee, is this the end? can life be conquered, I don't want to let you go, you wouldn't know my wonders, as I figured out life next, I lost my way tangled in the heap created from desperation and bitter loneliness, maybe I should head back to the days of old, loneliness struck well...but it protected better, nothing can be thought of to explain this...I've always walked it alone, a feeling I may always, so many lived this life and few survive, few are stronger, all I can do is apologize for me, maybe everchanging, I answer for them now, road to hell, I can't pave enough good, I'm gone there is no when, a new way has shown with wait as solitude, giving up is for the weak, may be or not, but in a way true is truer, I didn't give neither should you.