Every day I slumber and as I do the life of <br />light and love and laughter passes silently <br />by.My world of eternal sleep and shadowed <br />night is frequented by the wraiths of the <br />living, come to mock, pity or invite me to <br />their world of sunshine. But that is for <br />them.This land of eternal dusk is inhabited <br />only by souls such as myself, cut off for <br />eternity from the rays of the sun and the <br />gentle breezes.We are creatures of the dark, <br />born to our destiny, blind and cold and this <br />is all we know.Some of us care, some not, but <br />all one and the same we shoulder our burden <br />and trudge incessantly and wearily down the <br />path to h***.<br /><br />James Jarrett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lunch-poem-17/
