Poem


I am everything I once was not

And once I feared to be

Before I feared I had no fear,

For that was never me.


I knew not of the burning pain,

The pain that helps them all.

The kind that bids the rest away 

But only adds to my downfall.


The silent nights alone and still

I sit in lies and and count.

I count the the things I once could not

The things "I never will".


But did, and do, and will again.

I will until I'm done.

Done with pain and lies and hope, 

My hope will soon be gone.


I will not keep this up forever.

Not through eternity.

I sit and wait until it comes,

My day to finally see.


My day has passed again and more,

But I fear for who should not.

My day will pass again today,

For another week I will rot.