Poem: Another Day

Another day full of hope

That has quickly turned to sorrow.

I keep dreaming and wishing for better,

But I never can seem to get it.

I want joy and love.

Is that too much to ask?

As I look around it seems it is.

The only thing I seem to get is pain.

Which is my best friend.

It has come closer to me then some of my own family.

I seek it when I do not know where to go.

I crave it when I wake up in the morning.

My life is not kind.

It is one that I wish would stop moving,

Maybe then I can stop breathing.

But I must keep moving.

I need to act quick and get out of this funk.

Then again what will I look for when the morning comes.

Do I love me I cannot say that I do, but I hope someone out there does?

Maybe I will meet them, but for right now I must prepared for my pain tomorrow.