This poem I write upon my lonely bed
And wonder at the darkness in my head
No will, no life, no peace, no hope, no strength
To watch another day spread out its length
The die is cast, the choice is set in stone
I go to leave my loved ones all alone
Their pain nor mine enough to keep me here
The silence falls upon their waiting ears
Regret I could not live for them alone
The hope is mine that all will soon be done
I cannot live for others' company
Their light too dim for my poor eyes to see
I cannot chase the will'o'whisp of hope
It flees from me as in the dark I grope
I leave this world so full of pain and strife
The grave shall be my home, and death my life
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