Low… this is as low as I can get I suppose.

Low on money… unpaid bills…

pains in my chest… only a sign that age and mortality are mine.

No will to create… to live... to love… too low.

My lover’s eyes are filled with pain and discontent,

oh, the cutting words we share...

banishes any ray of hope that may appear.

So alone… alone on a sea called, When...

When will I close my eyes for the final time

and drift to another land?

Early morning mist gently fades

into a mirage of seeming opportunity

that only comes up empty.

Health and vitality have gone awry

as my heart skips a beat and then another.

Seems only deep regret and pain are mine

here in this dungeon called life.

Funny how a silver lining appears

behind each dismal cloud,

and gently whispers…

“Dear heart… arise!.. hope!.. try,

Yes, try once again!”