May Love Be the Only Prayer

If I stand outside and close my eyes
the glare of the lights turns to a soft glow
This is my despair and my depression
pouring around me,
about me,
on me
With nothing to live for, fight for,
die for
breathing doesn't come with victory nor gain.
The dream is to rest my eyes
my soul
A bed is made for me in the water
and the tree will welcome me,
and the rain will lull this aching humanity
no more burden on this earth, for this mother or this soul.
Sweet wind, ease this blindness into peaceful slumber
so that I may never waken from my dreams.