Dear Life
How I miss you old friend.
You are faithful to be here for me whether I want you, or not.
Since death visited, it seems as if I lost all desire for you.
There doesn't seem a reason to feel joyful or content.
I am blinded by my pain, and can not see beyond that right now.
Life, you had once given me an abundance that I was not deserving of.
But in this quiet time of death, oh how I struggle to remain with you.
There are even moments that I pray you would give up on me.
Where there was love and happiness, why does it seem like anger took root?
I use to have such hope in you, but now that is clouded with despair.
I have bri