Afterword

We all try to convince ourselves of sanity
After we go insane, we see things differently

Awake and feel me, see me
Straight jacket in the mind
The emotion is altered, sanity cries aloud
Self esteem is fooling yourself
Into a delusion of grandeur

My game is no longer played(in reality)
My passion is no longer known (in actuality)
My name is unimportant (yours is vitality)
Feel the pain, experience the day

Suicide has been ruled out
Homicide has lost its glamour
I guess I have matured
Into a fool, complex and decieving

I never meant to frighten you
But I take responsibility
For my acts of emotion
Darkened hearts feel the thaw
The thaw is life, the name is Zero

Afterward, I deserve a glance
A moment of rememberance
I deserve at least that honor
If honor remains in the wake of life

Think back do these poems speak
Or are they void of emotion?
The answer isn't mine
It's yours- These poems belong to my heart
My sanity is no longer in question

I am not insane, I am intense
Don't allow worry
Demand on glory
I reveal myself, exposed in public
Monster of emotion

Gentle winds hide my feeling
My feelings are hiden from life
The illusion of love
Has never eluded, escaped
In every case, except one

All I write is for all
I never will be dead until tomorrow
today I scream
Tomorrow I sing

In closing my mind is alive
I accept my treasure
And demand acceptance
The generation of rage
Will never be in power

Our heart's cry for something more
Our souls beg for something unseen

Our music is that of depression
Our culture thrives on misery
Our deaths tend to mean more than our lives
give us a meaning, give us a beginning

Where are the anthems
Of my generation, being born
Alive-Pearl Jam
Smells Like Teen Spirit-Nirvana
Loser-Beck
We are lost. Thank God
We are forgotten when we shut off the radio

© 1994, William R. Craft, Jr. All Rights Reserved