Credo

 

 

                         In the darkness of the night

                         the spirit tosses  and turns

                         from the prosaic  the routine

                         to the fear of the abyss

                         abrupt descent into the void

                         the soul says to me

                         you have no God

                         no fallen angel to torment you

 

 

                         I would rather rage

                         against the fears

                         than live with the bland

                         the lobotomy of faith

 

 

                         When my time has come

                         I will walk alone

                         there is no other choice for me

 

 

 

                                                      Jack Mashman

                                                      1994