adventures in dysthymia

Sunday, June 01, 2008

MY PAIN

This is my pain.
I am greedy;
I will not share.
This is my pain
to hold like the last note
of a fading song.

Its emptiness
fills me, takes
away the breath
of everyday,
the ceaseless despair
of existence.

This is my pain:
meaningless,
mindless, a candle
left to burn
itself away
and cast no light.

Stephen Brooke ©2008


Oh dear, Steve's being gloomy again. AND I broke my rule about the word 'like!' :)

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