I cried myself to sleep last night
at songs come from my past.
They come to me to bring me joy,
But left me sore at last.
...
The storm rages all around me.
Its ferocious intensity intrigues me.
As I warily continue my search,
I find myself a part of the storm.
...
Memories
I cried myself to sleep last night
at songs come from my past.
They come to me to bring me joy,
But left me sore at last.
I remember the times I had,
and summers filled with zest,
and now, for me, there is no more,
But knowledge to the test.
I feel as if I've missed a part
So crucial to my life.
The only thing that is left for me,
to marry and have a wife.
I think about the child I was,
and know I won't again,
Climb a tree, or play with friends,
Without the threat of rain.