Lunch Poem #17 Poem by James Timothy Jarrett

Every day I slumber and as I do the life of
light and love and laughter passes silently
by.My world of eternal sleep and shadowed
night is frequented by the wraiths of the
living, come to mock, pity or invite me to
their world of sunshine. But that is for
them.This land of eternal dusk is inhabited
only by souls such as myself, cut off for
eternity from the rays of the sun and the
gentle breezes.We are creatures of the dark,
born to our destiny, blind and cold and this
is all we know.Some of us care, some not, but
all one and the same we shoulder our burden
and trudge incessantly and wearily down the
path to h***.