Day and night seem much the same
The only difference: the depth of the shadows
Despite the sun, they still remain
Like crows which linger ‘round the gallows
Knowing what will surely come
For it’s much the same each time I try
Each time to hope I dare succumb
I die a little more inside

These dreams that I’ve pursued so long
Were once so bright and beautiful
But what feels right can be so wrong
When hope proves once again so cruel
Misleading me by way of heart
And breaking every ounce of trust
There’s nothing left to fall apart
Once every piece breaks down to dust

With every effort…every attempt
I prove again it’s all in vain
It seems that I remain exempt
From most anything but loss and pain
The only love I have ever known
Which has proven pure and true to me…
The few friends and family who return what I’ve shown
My children, and the world of poetry

While I still have breath in me
With these grains of sand that are my heart
I’ll focus on what means most to me
And let my other hopes depart
For every moment I have spent
On hopes of things not meant for me
Are moments that I could have spent
On the true few, my children, and poetry