What is the purpose for this?
Why always the pain?
No real joy in this life.
Always sadness and anger.
There is no sense,
No rhyme or reason.
The things that should bring joy,
Bring only disappointment and sorrow.
Is this all there is?
Does living always equal pain?
All that I hear is the nashing of teeth,
The words all spoken in hate.
Others that say they "love" you,
Then cut you with theor dual edged tongues.
To me there is no purpose,
No joy, no happiness.
The sooner it's all over,
The sooner I can rest.
c) Shadow April 2000
Embrace Your Shadows
For They Are Your Own.
"Nyx"
is copyrighted
Jessica Galbreth, artist
www.enchanted-art.com
