by ianblackpoet

Today, I live and die alone.
I know another season looms,
With other reasons to resume
The happiness I must have known;
Another midnight hour befalls
A mind that rightly knows no fear,
But still the fog it cannot clear
Eschews the sun to smother all;
I know that other hopes have flown
Astray, perhaps in time I may
Forget – but this is not that day.
Today, I live and die alone.