I Live

In air, smoky and thick, I breathe a sigh of relief, relieved to be free. All the years that have passed, lived dwelt on the past Have passed; gone to their death. With a heart as heavy as my body does feel, I remember it vaguely, as though nothing was real- In the day, nothing but a distant memory; At night, a dream that haunts me. Because the past does still exist. A fire was lit, so bright and so warm, took shape as a child, so gentle in form; but the perils of life, and life's cruel way made sure that the fire lasted not past the day. And the night's were cold. I began to wish a fate unforgiving. My dreams, suddenly, no longer worth wishing. A heaviness, a blackness, a fog had descended; the fire was out, and my will, it had ended. Living was no more than a chore. To glide through life without a care is to many a wish, for they were not there. When the nights were dark and my will had waned and I cared no longer to see sunlight again. Tomorrow was decades away. The sunlight came, but I was not grateful; The morning, noon, night, they were too painful, scarred is the pale skin which houses my soul, and I feel that in years I shall still not be whole. But I live.