The Morning Poem by James Casey

The Morning

The morning was brisk and foggy outside
When thoughts of death entered my mind.

The pain and hate were all around
They covered me I heard no sound.

No sound of love, no sound of hope
Why should I hear these sounds I'm no dope

It's hard to believe that this is happening you see
I can't believe that no one worries about me

Soon it will be over and no one will care
And then not one person will be in despair

That lonely place with no love inside
And from this there is nowhere to hide

To hide from this is like I'm playing a game
This awful game that is coming to claim

Claim what it wants and takes what it needs
I've learned to pay attention, then to heed

It takes all I have and much, much more
All I want to do is close this door

Close the door to pain and sorrow
I'm so in debt I cannot borrow

I cannot borrow from God for what I've done
And I know my problems have only begun

Finally one day I'll be able no more
And in my blood I'll be on the floor.

Then I'll be gone and things will be better
Keep my memory in your heart and in your mind forever…

Jim 1985