I'm in a world that isn't there <br />At least not there for me <br />What is it that I'm lacking <br />That I can't see what others see <br /> <br />Is there an aura that surrounds me <br />Restricting vision in the air <br />Or am I just a marionette <br />With strings attached and unaware <br /> <br />I try to rise above it <br />With leaden limbs that hold me back <br />Its like swimming through an oil pit <br />And I cannot find the track <br /> <br />I may waste away upon the morn <br />With this burden filled with fears <br />Or awake in blessed sunshine <br />To kiss away my tears <br /> <br />Will I ever shake this loss from me <br />And engrave me with a smile <br />Or will I walk this earth till my demise <br />Till once again I hold my child.<br /><br />Graham Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/awaiting-sunshine/
