wrote this a while ago. found it while cleaning out my old floppies.

In these days of waning grace,
Of sleep strained eyes, and bitter faith,
Broken bones, and cloudy days,
Sheer by quickly, all a haze.
The furies deep, that we possess,
From now and then do we address.
On broken glass and shattered dreams,
Do we dance till fall of knees.
In these days of long lost hope,
Striving, reaching, never to cope.
Our goal, sanity while we spoke,
In our dreams until we woke.
While we drift in helpless form
Loved ones, friends, and acquaintance’ mourn.
In these days of tribulation,
Watching the subtle death of a nation,
Forgotten concepts that we comprehend,
Others have folded to move ahead.
With reckless silence do we ponder,
Praying our children will not squander.
What is ours and what is theirs,
That which is a balance as two pairs.
In these days of trials so hard,
We push the boundaries past our guard.
When we are alone,
Sitting, thinking, lying prone.
We think of things, that never happen,
We plead with god to stop those actions.
In these days of wandering thought,
Stopping to imagine things that ought.
Our troubles gone, we sit in peace,
We live at ease with silent grief.