i wish the world of pain would let me go.

it won’t, of course; i’ll walk on even so.

i could not have imagined where i’d be,

or that the magic morning would

have so abandoned

me

 

the waves will try to soothe my throbbing soul,

but I cannot believe right now

the bruised can still be whole.

the pains i’m feeling in my chest are strong;

i’m thinking i won’t feel these pains

for all that very long —

 

i wish the constant pain would let me be.

it won’t, of course; and so i must go on with agony —

i could not have imagined life this way,

or that the magic morning would

turn into heartless

day