Still In Mourning.

I've lost the spark to life

The spark that helps me write

I've lost the will to fight

It's automatic, it's routine - it's strife!

The pleasure I used to feel

On completing my silly rhymes

No longer exists - not even sometimes.

Is this a passing phase?

I honestly can't tell

Really don't know how long - I'm going to remain in Hell.

And everytime I crawl

Crawl out the deep black hole

Something devastating pushes - pushes back my soul.

Everyone has dark moments

I'm not a special case

Just don't know how long - I'll continue in this place.

So many things have happened

I feel old beyond my years

Oh, so tired - Oh, so many tears.

I've lost the spark to life

The spark that helps me write....