End of line

As the minutes passed,
As the years gone by.
I wonder how I would live,
The rest of my life.

Looking back from where I stood,
I saw the tracks from my childhood.
There were so many paths I could have taken.
Have I walked the way I should?

The steps were heavy
My legs worn and tired
Why is sorrow my only friend?
Why am I wearing this cloak of despair?

I did not know when my tears started to flow
Pouring out from the emptiness of my soul.
Perhaps I have been crying right from the start
Tears the color of my blood.

I have called out a dozen times,
And prayed for guidance from the divine.
Yet every night as I closed my eyes,
I could only hear those screams of mine.

Why does no one understand?
Why did no one take my hand?
Why was I born into this land?
Where happiness is always on the other end.

I looked ahead but could not find
The answer I sought for all my life.
Perhaps it should all end tonight.
Perhaps I should just lie down and die

On this cold, lonely night, my tears have finally dried ....
kokyi
1st april 2008