Another worthless poem
Another empty day
How I tire of thinking
And hearing what they say
I am beaten and worn
Everything seems to now make me cry
I know it is a cliche
But I am so lonely I could die
Grand plans come to naught
The simplest things are beyond my reach
Trapped in this ruined form
How I wish I could cease
I am weary of sleep
Though I hate being awake
No matter what I turn to
The emptiness remains
Is this how you felt at your end
My dearest sister?
Since you left this world
My life has seemed but a whisper
A whisper of lost futures
Echoing possible pasts
The moments we shared torment me
A reminder that nothing lasts