Christmas Poem #2

Night Becomes Day

Night becomes day, day becomes night,
Nightmares abound, where is the light,
Pain is searing, another day nearing,
But I cannot do anything right.

My head is dead, my body a machine,
There was some sun, but it was not seen,
The warmth is cold, the face is dry,
Down the face the tears run by.

This is not life, it is a death,
Where are you God, have we met,
I look for you, I need to go,
Why is my death so slow.

Then in my ear came a little whisper,
Through the window the snow was crisper,
A breath of life, a little hope,
Stay strong my friend you can cope.

I felt the warmth, I felt some love,
I felt at home as if in a glove,
I looked in the mirror, I felt alive,
I know that I will wait till you arrive.

Till then I know I must be strong,
I must not allow them to do wrong,
So now my children, though we are apart,
I stay alive for our lives to restart.