my eyes scan the withered surface of this scarred earth
searching for a sign to confirm my life's end
i've come a long, long way to see this place
but nothing awaits to free my tortured soul
from its burning hate
the clouded sky feels my pain
as it conjures up a storm
troubles are not washed away with rain
just dampened down and hidden away
goodbye cruel world
you were bitter to the end
so this is what life's about
all hurting and waiting for the pain to end
waiting in vain, it never goes away
what waits after this life for me?
more pain, more suffering?
or am i finally free?
~erika boal