Pfft. All the endless wonder of a world I can’t feel

Am I wrong?
Was I never right?
Rocking chairs
Inside the blight.

Pacing through
The endless nights
The sun to rise
My thoughts to fight

And can it be
As birds just fly
My broken wings
Won’t touch the sky?

Or is there healing
Before the end?
The wasted wishes
The thoughts extend

A world of pure illusion
Inside a universe of pain
Another sleepless night
Of circling the drain

To wake up before the sunrise
And feel it all again
Knowing everything’s my fault
And I’m the only one to blame

~The Snowdog