If I could borrow just one hour
What an hour it would be.
An hour worth less than nothing,
Hate filled and misery.
I can't help but wonder
What force drives you on?
If I knew, would I care,
Or continue life along?
An hour in your shoes sounds painful at best.
It's the life you chose for yourself,
You opened every chest.
Each bridge you burned along the way
Crumbling under your feet.
Unknown found strength left to run
But soon will know defeat.
An hour being you would teach me so much
To be a better person,
To be my family's crutch.
To know you truly
To think your thoughts,
How would I survive?
No light found here, only darkness.
It comes with no surprise.