No End
I often wonder as the sunlight reaches. I see not the beauty; just the ending of the night. Why do I wake, only to remember those that surround me in the night. Would that my yesterdays forgotten; yet each night, the past plays that never ending story. Oh wish that I would see not the nights coming. I can not run, nor hide from those that seek my night. Each horror comes to greet me; like the pages of a book turning. One wonders what evil has been done. These that sit with me, in this story with no ending. Wonder not who or what I am, for the story be mine; and there is no end.
I often wonder as the sunlight reaches. I see not the beauty; just the ending of the night. Why do I wake, only to remember those that surround me in the night. Would that my yesterdays forgotten; yet each night, the past plays that never ending story. Oh wish that I would see not the nights coming. I can not run, nor hide from those that seek my night. Each horror comes to greet me; like the pages of a book turning. One wonders what evil has been done. These that sit with me, in this story with no ending. Wonder not who or what I am, for the story be mine; and there is no end.
© 2010 Words the Windows to the Soul
Mark
ReplyDeleteyou my brother did what was ask of you and no more,you are not alone with those who visit you, and you are not alone in life, people care about you and are here for you
Take care
Sue