A piece of me died tonite..
Walked into the desert..
Where there is no life...
Only despair...
Each day i reached...
To grab that ledge...
To find my heart..
To lose despair...
But the wind was cold...
The leaves so dry...
They tumbled by...
Without a word...
And now i sit...
Upon the edge...
Sweet death below...
Struggles of life above...
With death comes peace...
With life such pain...
But to seek that fruit....
To find the vine...
The gift of love...
To cure all that fails...
Each time i rise...
A new poem born...
Is this the last...
Or just the dawn...
The day is dark...
The nite pure hell...
The sharpness there...
Deep in my chest...
My mind in vain....
Seeks for the truth...
So once again...
I rise and stand...
On shaking knees...
Held by that hand...
And if i die...
Before i wake...
I pray the...
I just pray...