7 Times Daily -5/03/03

Somehow there’s a feeling of release
That comes from saying, “To Hell with it all!”
As you let the uphill struggle cease

Spread your arms and softly fall
Just like a star falls from the night
Into some still Blacker hall

I feel the pain of dying Light
And loss that breaks my heart to feel
Good Lord, why could I not fight?

I settle to my blackened zeal
Why does it seem that Life’s the Dream,
And Death the ever-damning Real?