it's just there
barely out of my reach
no matter how hard
i try
how far i go
i can't seem to get a hold
of it.
i don't understand
the newness, the joy
then the aloofness
that presents itself
i can't go on
reaching for what
i can never grasp.
and it's all about
me
only me, i'm it
the reason it
isn't here
i i simply can't
reach it.
i can't comprehend
feeling good again
feeling the sun
on my face
then the day darkens
turning that gray
cast.
and i know
it's me
only me
i cause it all
to darken
that tinge of black
blackness falls.
what was there
isn't existent
maybe it never was
and i doubt
all that could have been
with the sun, and newness and joy
and live in my grief.
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