He’s saddened to see what has become of himself: A brooding storm of hate and tears; A combination of loves and fears. Nothing is clear to him at all, Like rocks beneath a waterfall. No one can help him; it was meant to be. By the will of fate – unable to see. So let go of vain convictions and wants, For life itself is here then gone. by Garret Woo c. 2004

Categories: 2000-2010, poetry • Tags: alcohol, fate, fear, life, love, tears, vain