I try ot think, I try to breath, I wonder if I'm even living; I walk through each day— <br />lonely, on a journey with no end, no one beside me, no one looking my way <br />I do what I can to breath again, yet every time I try it comes to an end <br />Why can't I live, if just for a moment, to see what wonders stand before me <br />Nothing to love, nothing to hold, to bring me back to life, without the cold <br />I stand in the dark, looking for the eyes of light— <br />still . . . nothing, nothing to guide me or take my hand, nothing to hold me or love me from within <br />Aimlessly I walk with fears unknown, when will it be, or will it ever be, my turn <br />to live; to walk not alone, to hold what is new and to live . . . not in stone.<br /><br />Colin Todd Andreas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-live-4/
