Mistake. Yet another mistake.
How much? How much more must I take?
What I had. What I love. What I lost.
After wrong, for right I swallow bitter cost.
Scream. I want to shout.
Rage. Destroy. I want to let it all out.
Numb. My outside, my shell is numb.
My smile pasted, and my eyes are glum.
Alone. Alone with each thought.
The memories each action of mine has bought.
Hate. I sometimes wish I could have it.
But then, in further darkness, I know I'd sit.
Joy. I must seek my Joy.
No flighty thing, nor intoxicating ploy.
If I seek my Joy, I find strength
For my Journey; which, I know not the length.
Tears. In my tears, I bathe.
To move beyond this, I am quite rathe.
He will carry me through.
I must keep seeking. Nothing more, I can do.
