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Can you tell me what remains
when one is tired of life
and tired of living –
what hope is left when
all love brings is pain?

What good comes from the
mind that feels no remorse
from a thousand injuries past –
how one can love with fragments
of a broken heart?

Tears of misery pour down
from saddened lakes of pain,
and fall like shards of glass upon my soul –
piercing through the flesh of time
and come to rest in loneliness.

Can you tell me
when the rain will end
and the sun shine bright once more –
when sleep will come
and memories of grief
will no longer be the bearer
of the insomnia of life?

Can you tell me
when suffering ceases
to be my only friend –
where the green grass grows
and where rivers of joy
flow silently into the horizon
and darkness shall be no more?