why must i be strong?
despair wears me thin
my denial held all along
causing me to doubt again
i am tired and weary
happiness a hated thought
darkness holds me clearly
alone this madness bought
allow one last request
a reprieve if you will
that my pain would be less
and my mind at last still
will you grant me this
my final last request?
to find my needed bliss
please can I not rest?
© 2002 Mark A. Napier
