Pain ~12/03/1996 Poem by Loretta Rowley

I walk down the road of fear.
Soon wishing you were near.
You hear of the pain, the sarrow.
Wishing it would all be gone by tomorrow.
Laying awake in bed and cry
whenever someone loved dies.
Thinking back to all the good times and smile.
Even to those that haven't happend in a long while.
You want to leave, you want to go
when your self-estem is way too low.
All the hate in the world today
make you want to move far away.
Away to a place where no death falls.
Surrounding you are unbreakable glass walls.
Where disease is a myth, and pain is nevermore.
Acid rain against open cuts are never sore.
But such a world only exist within your soul,
where you just want to live forevermore.