How we used to laugh at ourselves
In those blissful moments, but now
All we do is cry.
I try to understand what this life-
This terrible life I live is meant for.
The answers keep slipping through my fingers
Like the sands of the sea- evasive, nonconforming.
For one brilliant instant, I thought I saw hope.
But staring into the cloudy world of confusion now,
I see it's all a maze of shattered dreams,
Dead hopes that have long been forgotten.
Is the only end to this death?
The grim reality that one day faces us all,
That is not satisfied by any measure of oneself
At times can seem a welcomed stranger.
But life- this incredible chance we've been given,
Is truly a joyful gift, and not that of sorrow.
And now only one thing bursts from dry lungs,
Long hidden as the thoughts that birthed it.
The question I have not found an answer to,
The torment that has been my reality,
The pain that has burdened my weary soul-
Why does it have to be so hard?