A constant aching sadness
Burns my heart, dulls my
Mind, embraces
Pain so deep it seems
My very blood is not immune.
Why?
Why me? Why alone?
For what greater purpose?
Is it thus my lot among us
To hurt, therefore to know
Unquestionably
The awesome beauty of true happiness,
However fleeting?
To cling to moments of light and
Flee the darkness, inside and
Out? I will not fall, I
Must not fall, I fly onwards...
Compassion gained but at what cost?
To cry for others, yet lose myself...alone?
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