Fairness doesn’t reach me
It doesn’t know I exist
All through my sufferings and pain
I knew that things would only get better
Because they couldn’t get much worse.
Yet my better days do not come
I only find more hardships
Ready to add to the large load
Already heaped upon my shoulders.
I cannot be bitter
I have learned to expect
Finding more troubles
Instead of happiness.
Only allowing brief slips of grief
Anymore would break
My already fragile sanity
I look now to finish the day
Not hoping for a future
That probably won’t ever come.

© A. Beckman ‘97