I stared god in the eyes and saw nothing

I have lived a hundred lives yet I still struggle to be something

No amount of words or pictures can live up to the pain of being a survivor of a civilization of destruction

I walk for miles in the desolate world and yet I find no one

I write my thoughts with only hope that someone will hear me

I paint the winds with my sorrow hoping someone will see

Though who can understand one who speaks with no words and paints with no sight

To speak without tongue, to paint without eyes

Only the image of a memory is with me tonight

A life without comfort

A life with only fear

A life without joy

As death draws near

Despite the way of my death, despite where or when

It will always be painful and slow, one full of sin

As I have lived through life with nothing in turn

I write my thoughts so you may learn