Mourning

Mourning                                                 May 16, 2006

In my days of great will and strength,

I could achieve it all with due might,

Only, it was all taken away,

And I was left a cripple.

I laid down on the ground,

Grabbing around in hopes of finding a stronghold,

Only to find that all the handles were broken.

I was in free fall.

Now is the darkest day of all.

I can't bear to sleep and awaken to another day,

For I know when that sun peeks through cracks in the blinds,

I'll be blinded not by truth but with pain.

Now, I know this all sounds insane,

That in fact, it might even sound inane,

But if you only lived in the hell that I know,

You wouldn't want to wake up either.

Now, they say I should cherish the morning,

And love the world and all that is life,

But the only thing I know here is

Everyday I'm here, there is mourning.