The sun rose and set upon me

Tucked away in a dingy room

Where my pain and sorrows were mine

Only to share with no one

 

Here sadness and sorrow blankets the soul

And peace found in the medications

Offered like sweets to little children

 

Pain begets sorrow and sorrow begets self pity

And eventual death

A smile may awaken me to life

And perhaps a will to live a little

 

Here I lie recalling nothing of the weather

Just my dingy old room

Smelling of sickness and loss