A PRAYER

They've all left and gone away,
and left me with this day.
All the hurt and pain I feel,
most certainly is real.
It's the circle of death and life,
which leaves me with this strife.
Why won't it go away...
my melancholy day?
I see that it must stay.

For though I pray for my release,
this pain will never cease.
My family is all dead now...
through the minutes, I must plow.
An endless fight to breathe,
depression will not leave.
Oh God, if you exist,
take me from this abyss.
Let me love who is left
and pull me from these depths.

For, I hope that in some way...
I might celebrate someday...
to nurture those I choose,
before I say adieu.