The Voice of Truth

So many voices, abundant sounds.
Inundating my world, dead fish, some dieing, and very few very alive
Vibrant all around, darkness is all around.
Painting, using soft colors, all of who I am
A blotch of pitch black, we all have some black in our lives.
How on earth to move forward, What is the point.
Crossing the other side, pit less, eternal, never ending horizons.
I am a mirror, you see yourself in me
One day we shatter, never to exist again.
The other side, thoughts of peace but who really knows.
Yellow bright on my face awakens me, entrance into a new day.
I see myself, at times beautiful, at times ugly undeserving of life.
In the midst of doubt, sunny skies, white as snow clouds,
Children's laughter, peoples chatter, in hopes of a better day.
Cold sweat, another night with death impressed on my mind.
My loved ones, a gesture of love or hatred, memories of the anger.
I one day will regret not forgiving or forgetting.
An evening, a sunny morning, dead leaves on the ground crunch as I step over them.

There purpose, and beauty have faded, their time has come to an end.
My purpose, my reason, my Voice of Truth IS this.