What a shame
That the rose
Died before You
Got a chance to water it.

What a shame
That the candle
Burned out before
You got a chance to light it.

I guess that’s
The beauty in forgotten love.

even in my darkest hour
I will still rest
upon Your unchanging love
for me.

I will lie
In the pastures
and weep with your sheep
for You are good to me.

Troubled, Crying, Red, eyes
The bottle containing
Tablets
The tablets help
Tireless exhaustion knocks the bottle
Tiny white dots
Tick away on a white surface
Transparent to my vision
Too many to count
Try to close my eyelids
To rest interminably
Two, four, eleven,
Twenty is needed.