I lay in bed,
My face red,
After making sure the cat is fed,
Tears cover my face,
For the pain of the human race,
My heart aches,
Due to the speed of which it races,
For a memory that refuses to be erased,
Yet must be faced.
The worst of my days,
In quite a number of ways,
Hate, pain, depression, fear,
All so silent it hurts my ear,
Then it becomes louder than a scream,
That could wake you from a dream.
I tire of what I see,
For it comes at a high fee,
Why must it be me?
How I long for some peace of mind,
Away from all who are unkind.
So many with great talent,
If only they had somebody reliant,
Somebody supportive,
To help them be creative.
They draw their own road,
To live on by their own code,
Carrying such a heavy load,
If only they could have someone,
Someone to help them reinforce their choice,
Maybe prevent their lives from falling into utter chaos.
I alas am thankful,
Although remorseful,
I was lucky enough to have that support,
In my own ways,
In my own days,
For more than two,
And they did not have a clue,
They spread their hope when I was lost
And made sure I had faith no matter what the cost,
Their support measuring to the sky and far above
And most of all
Their greatest gift
Was love!
