Poem: Another Day Again

I woke today and immediately wanted to cry.

The tears form, but my wells have run dry.

Another has come, and another where you are gone.

Time heals all wounds, but this one will never heal.

Thinking about the days where the sun was bright.

The times when life just seem right.

Now every day is filled with gloom.

There is no hope it seems to make it through.

When my days get low thinking of you only makes them lower.

When will the pain starts to heal?

Is this just a wound that life wants me to bear?

I give up asking.