Where's it going?

As i write this while i'm supposed to be doing french, it won't be anything to deep or profound or for that matter ecclesiastical.

This is a poem I wrote a little while back on the bus. I know, corny naming-ending relationship and a suitable rhythm, but you get that on a bus. Je pense. haha

Soul Reception

Where am I even going
at this hour
of the night
what am I even doing
out of fear
out of fright?
Am I fleeing from pursuers
at my heels
day and night
and I running from the sewers
from the dark
to the light?
So am I tired, am I worn
am I red
am I blue
what is there left to finish
now there's nothing
left to do
Am I left or am I right
do i say
just what is true
is it my fault you're unhappy
have i brought this
upon you
so as the darkness on the outer
draws in closer
to my heart
i am fearful of the end
for i can hear it
as it starts
and i see the wall approaching
pass the mall
and pass the mart
the darkness comes around me
and i
am ripped apart
and all those tiny beads of me
go up
into the sky
as laying on the pavement
i am now
about to die
and i think of what i did and laugh
then chuckle
then sigh
because nothing i remember
was worth
my goddamned time
so with mirth and wry damnation
i curse
my whole deception
that what i'd done was enough
as i head
to soul reception.

Where's it going?

As i write this while i'm supposed to be doing french, it won't be anything to deep or profound or for that matter ecclesiastical.

This is a poem I wrote a little while back on the bus. I know, corny naming-ending relationship and a suitable rhythm, but you get that on a bus. Je pense. haha

Soul Reception

Where am I even going
at this hour
of the night
what am I even doing
out of fear
out of fright?
Am I fleeing from pursuers
at my heels
day and night
and I running from the sewers
from the dark
to the light?
So am I tired, am I worn
am I red
am I blue
what is there left to finish
now there's nothing
left to do
Am I left or am I right
do i say
just what is true
is it my fault you're unhappy
have i brought this
upon you
so as the darkness on the outer
draws in closer
to my heart
i am fearful of the end
for i can hear it
as it starts
and i see the wall approaching
pass the mall
and pass the mart
the darkness comes around me
and i
am ripped apart
and all those tiny beads of me
go up
into the sky
as laying on the pavement
i am now
about to die
and i think of what i did and laugh
then chuckle
then sigh
because nothing i remember
was worth
my goddamned time
so with mirth and wry damnation
i curse
my whole deception
that what i'd done was enough
as i head
to soul reception.