I wake myself up with the sound of my own cries of complete and utter despair.
Present day, I wake myself up with the sound of my own cries of complete and utter despair. As a sob escapes me I open my eyes telling myself it's another dream...just another dream, that's all. Tears that are blinding me fall upon my pillow.
The house is quiet: no one around to cling to...no one around to talk to...no one to say, "Everything will be all right," and to shield me from further pain. I was broken: I didn't have enough strength any more. I felt like giving up. "Just close your eyes..." I told myself. "Close your eyes and pray ter God ter rid me from this darkness." I toss and turn. It's no use: it's like before my nights were tormented: sometimes I'm to frightened to sleep. Numbly getting out of bed, I make my way downstairs. The rain crashes against the widows, the wind howls. The month is October: the leaves turn golden brown. A bitter-sweet month...three years have passed by...and still I sit in the dark asking why...This is my punishment. We were so close. So close but yet so far.