15.5.10

Letting go

So many nights spent in dismay
Tormenting myself from within
I wish and will my pain away
But it stays on, a second skin

Always these images of what has
What could and what should
Of all the things that came to pass
My tears must have misunderstood

Unrestful nights, bitter sleep
I miss the days I was alive
My heart, alas, can only strive
Until then I silently weep