my body is aching

 

My body is aching,

Waking before the sun can rise.
A wolf chases me every night,
My body's aching—trapped inside.
Screaming for help, but no one's near.
I asked God, How could I ever be fine?
No joy, no peaks, no shining light—
These five months felt like hell each night,
Oh it's hard to just to close my eyes.

I need a desk to ease my spine,
It's swollen deep with silent scars.
My soul is aching, but I can’t cry.
How do they live such lovely lives—
The women smiling through my screen?

Oh, tell me, what’s it like
To be loved—truly—for more than a night?
I’ve tried, I’ve tried...
My body’s aching through each fight.

Maybe in another life,
Where I am free, and truly loved—
To be held for more than a night,
To be seen in soft, forgiving light.

Let me die beautifully,
Like blood that falls on snow from East to West.
My life has been a tragedy—
Be gentle with me... this final breath.