All the little lights

The sadness

I reach most lamely for the life
of freedom that I had
but not of peace that's still in reach would you say that's bad?

quite long ago I was free
but then, I was in pain
and fierce discomfort all along
how deep my suffering

I did not dare control the want
that powerhouse of mind
that always got just what it asked
no matter how I cried

but now I suffer endlessly
in starving need of home
my only friend a ticking clock
and suffering alone