In self-pity, here I wallow,
'cause inside I'm feeling hollow,
And it seems the only thing I know is pain.
But I carry on my life,
Even though I have no wife,
And I hope that I will learn to love again.
On the outside I seem cheery,
On the inside I feel weary,
And to see me you would never really know,
That when she left she broke my heart,
And sadly now that we're apart,
I can't imagine where my life will likely go.
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
I had a very very bad night. Unfortunately, a bad morning usually follows. I'll have an update post coming later in the day with details, but I mentally composed a poem in the shower this morning, and I thought I'd share it.