Darkness.It lived in nooks and under the stairs,Grabbing my legs during pitch black night.I noticed it, but the sun burned it.It seemed to be afraid of those around me.A smile sent it cowering,a laugh made it shriek.But then I was alone.It snuck from behind me,Muffling my cries as tears rained down.I felt my heart crack,My chest constricting.Air leaving my lungs,Head spinning fast.Then I felt a raindrop.A black tear.
I have a blanket, can you seeAlways foreboding and appallingCovering me like a shieldOutside I seem happyInside, my pain increasesPushing, throbbing against my blanketUntil I can take no moreFinding a cold, dark placeThat is where my blanket breaksSilent tears rain from my faceWashing away my pain, worries and loveWhen I am finishedI place my blanket back around meAnd I start back on my lonely pathSmiling, but broken
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing,The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying,And the YearOn the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,Is lying.Come, Months, come away,From November to May,In your saddest array;Follow the bierOf the dead cold Year,And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.The chill rain is falling, the nipped worm is crawling,The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knellingFor the Year;The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone
I never lost as much but twice,And that was in the sod.Twice have I stood a beggarBefore the door of God!Angels -- twice descendingReimbursed my store --Burglar! Banker -- Father!I am poor once more!
The weight of misfortune has stooped my shouldersBut I don’t intend to stop for a good while yet;I afflict my own destinyAnd don’t want anyone to mourn for my fate.I’ve made peace with God on my lossesAnd agreed with him on the epitaphsThat should be written about my senseless wars.