the beginning of the end

i will get to the point b4 my mind strays,
i hate myself
and my world seems to fade
as i sit here in my pity
i remember my struggles
but i forget not,
i cnat forget the present,
as im lost in morrow,
forget the pain i feel today,
ive lost myself and hope cannot come
as i enter the stage of blue
a state which isnt new, to me
i feel the closebut far fear of death
oh how ive seen it,
the fearin ones eyes as they fear any other morrow than today
i remember i musnt live for what was or what is but what is to come
maybe tomorrow holds in store something of surprise,
im not afraid of what comes morrow
but of what i do myself
let us not forget suffering
but remember hope
from death comes life
from light comes dark
the universe moves in such ways...

James Sullivan