Stain Poem by Stephan van Pinksteren

I'm looking up the endless sky,
Thinking and drifting away.
The wind tells me story's.
About the feelings that will stay.

Mindless I'm walking here,
My life passes me by.
I can't keep this up,
No matter how hard I try.

The Darkness calls me,
And I'm to stupid to hear,
The warnings and screams.
They are no longer here.

I'm going my own way,
Trying to figure it out.
Looking for the past,
And why I have to shout.

A cold hand reaches my shoulder,
It gives me shivers.
It is talking to me.
No more like whispers.

It is seeping in to my head,
Trying to reach my brain.
I'm blocking it out.
Like a horrible stain.