Pitiful Complaints

Slipping away, soundly aside
Letting time, pass me by
Observing the future and whats ahead
Wondering what would have happened instead

Discovering once, forgotten numbed pain
Wanding alone once again
Without a purpose or a name
Looking like the rest -- all the same

No more purpose in my life
Just complaints of pain and strife
Lost and cold I stand alone
Leaning against this wall of stone

Tonight I cried, alone and scared
Wondering why I was not spared
Pain is now all I know in life
That, and pitiful complaints of strife

COPYWRITE Karen Simpson