The world my oister

I scoff to think

how can that be?

my heart does sink

with family so far

and friends just gone

the night is endless

there is no dawn

one week my soul

is bright and true

the clouds are pierced

by a happy hue

but then a fall

leaps from the dark

my burn extinguished

I have no spark

and from the black

I shake for sleep

a bed I lack

the hill is steep

I try to lean

but I find none

to take my pain

what can be done

I lock my jaw

I throw a step

my frame is sore

I do more reps

my sight is set

I feel alone

but what is that

could that be... home?

the road is paved

with all my tears

my vision fades

but I am near

my gaze is straigt

however blue

the path may seem

I'll get back to you