On My Own
For the days when things are just too hard
I feel like I'm in mourning.Something in me has died. Its been dead for quiet sometime, and I've just realized it. It's like the flame in me has extinguished, blown away by a breeze that came from nowhere. Now and then there are sparks, that comes and go away every so often. Seldom a flame ignites, nevertheless, it burns for just a little while. I eat and sleep and pray, wishing for the pain to go away, like watching the...
