"Afterthoughts" 11 - 21 - 02
you awake to a new day
remembering the night
those tears you shed
the pillow held tight
you dress yourself
in the mirror you see
a reddened, sad face
as you think,"Poor me..."
over a bowl of cereal
a numb, hollow taste
deciding not hungry
you put it to waste
as you prepare
for another day
you take life
in a new way
all the life you felt, the crown
happiness once known
turned upside down
it's all over
never to be
you close eyes
don't wish to see
why did it have to end
can i bring her back
am i able to mend
undo this fatal attack...
I like it.