Each morning seems the same..
Same as the one before,
Yet each morning is new..
Unique in its own way..
I wake,
from dreams of pain,
Or thoughts of joy..
Maybe even a concept of [the] unknown.
I walk through each day,
Across rocks and stones
That belong to the road of life,
Knowing it hurts, yet walking on.
I cry and I laugh..
All at the same time..
I can't comprehend anymore
But if I think,
I see that I never have.
I can't see how I can feel joy
And the clear pang of sorrow at once
How I can stay in a void..
I don't know how..
And I don't know why,
Do I even care any more?
Walk on..
And watch my heart tear in pieces..
My soul worn..
My hope faint.
I can't weep any longer..
I can't laugh, either.
I don't feel..
Yet tears fall..
And a smile is seen,
Smile of peace..
Tears of pain
..I am lost.
Each morning is the same.