Pity Stories

If I should quitWill I ever knowHow seeds set Burst and grow Never would I see Them bud and bloomIf I lock myself away In a darkened gloom Cry yes I can If things go wrongSing to myselfMy self pity song Let my soul Be consumed with blackBut no that isn't meI will always fight back Wipe tears from my eyesDusting off my jeansSearch out light and colorPlaying on nature's screens Observing flowers bloomAnimals as they freely...

My flimsy woolen coat did little to protect me from the onslaught of snow. Waiting for the evening bus, I wondered where I could stay the night. I knew that this day would come; it was inevitable. I just did not expect it to happen so soon. Upon arriving home, I saw him happily carrying the child in his arms. It was his child with the other woman. I loathed her to the core but he loved her to the roots of her being. I cou...