Can you feel my pain, it’s perhaps a look on my face,

Look at my eyes, are they in the right place?

Sometimes a grimmace shows my thoughts to you,

A way my neck moves, what will I do?

There’s a dsrkness to me but the sun fights through,

Things of a lifetime, giving up is not what I do.

The hurt inside may always be there,

I’m okay with that, since when is life fair?

Keith Garrett