In September Poem by Matt Mercer

Once there was a man
sitting in his own little world
propelling his unanswered questions, to the man above
He knew the answers could never be
For if they were
he would certainly see,
that the truth would be everything
to set him free

He depended upon on the void,
just to live again
But the answers,
were nowhere to be found
The actions he took
led him to despair,
floating in this absence
he just couldn't bare
Every moment,
spent itself away
as dreams collided with fears
the past was but an allusion
filled with many tears

His soul couldn't settle
As the pain remained
And his heart became trapped
by the feeling it contained
Across the fields of his mind
the desires were easy to see
but their source was difficult to find
The devil played with his thoughts
despatching false hope
In times of neglect
Cruelly warped in tandem
by the images that savagely attacked
He felt the words come his way
but he couldn't put pen to paper
Holding back
from what he wanted to say
But every minute, of each passing day
He slightly faded
But never passed away