It is a night of brooding
pain, a song of sorrow
puts me to sleep.

A taste of agony lingered
upon the night, as ethereal
agony awakens me to the
eternal suffering fool
I am.

Curling, icy wisps of memory
shrouds my pale form,
of lurking agony.

The gravity of life
shoulders me with illness
pushing me deeper into
suffering, and my pain
drains the essence of
my shallow existence
from the weakened
bones beneath my frame.

Now a night of new awareness,
I grow upon the river bank
where it’s warm and green
to wash away the suffering
of past disease.

Sadly my life has other plans.

No happiness was promised,
no cure was given, no tears
soaked up or a stopping
to drowning my sorrow,
dreams stole my wishes
and hopes, but faith
built me stronger upon
its unbreakable ropes.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton