For Me

I try and I try to see,
what there is for me.
Nothing but emptiness,
for a man like this.
black coffee for the sunrise,
and an empty house, no surprise.

no matter how hard I try,
the things I seek escape my eye.
Another day of working,
another day of hurting.
so pained by what I am,
No longer do I believe I can.

Reviews

[HappyTaylor]

Awwww. Cheer up buttercup. Nice poem though!!