And yet again, I sit in darkness.
And look around and see the starkness,
Of this life that I live,
And the dying fruits of what I give.
And of the mistakes that I make,
And feel the pains that I take,
And must wonder why it is this way,
And hope and pray for a better day.
So long it has been since I sat here communicating my pain,
Writing my thoughts and feelings once again,
Yet this path, which is life, filled with certain sorrow and strife,
Is something old and also something new?
Amazing it is that my own history is repeating itself.
And here I sit trying so hard for a thing that I now have, but is slipping away.
I know not why or even what I could do or say to save myself this day,
Is it me? Or is it something that was written long past?
What is it I am missing that I want so badly?
I have all I have ever asked for yet something is missing, sadly.
These words are new but also old and the name of these words, were just a fate yet untold.
How did I know and yet why again?