So late in the night
Darkness like a blanket covers my room
My dim lamp barely illuminates
Sleep deserts me
Then am I lost in my thoughts
My mind is restive
It wanders like a mouse
In my dark room
I finally pick up my pen
To write about life
Its hardship and rigor
The pain of yesteryears
... And the present bleakness
Make my heart swim in its tears
Is this the road I should journey?
Have I taken a wrong turn?
I seek answers whence none exists
Ambivalence floods my reasoning
As I begin to write on my scrap
My hand withers
Emotions overwhelm my spirit
Tears like raindrops on my paper
I cry profusely
But why?!
Why have I allowed myself to fall
To fall before my present struggle
Have I forgotten so speedily I'd been through this same road before
And came out unscathed
This road is familiar
The end is always clear
It may be far ahead
Or may seem rougher
But its always clear
Patience is the price to pay
