Life. Is It Really A Gift? (Thought) Poem by Poet of the River

Keeping silent,
Standing alone and apart.
Being quiet,
And holding a heavy heart.
Truths unknown even to you.
You stand in silence
Not knowing what to do.
You close your eyes in heavy sleep,
When you realize it must be a dream.
For if life is really the way it may seem...
How can we call it a gift we are given for the time to keep?
When for this life....
We would much rather close our eyes in heavy sleep.