Weary
May 18, 2008Weary of mind, weary of body, weary of soul.
I am left with unanswerable questions.
You wandered off to paths that none should tread.
Searching for treasures
Finding nothing
Losing all.
Forsaking the sunlit paths, you chose the darkness.
Gazing into that darkness, I grow numb.
I send you hope to find the light once more.