Life

The shining light, 

moon glistening through the night, 

awake I stay, 

for if I do not,

I ponder the journey of the world, 

Stress and anxiety compliment my worries,

Slowly shutting down my system of networks, 

I remember as I lay on thy bed, 

as only a child, 

the woman who birth me, 

Who gave me this disease, 

though of not her fault, 

she watch in sadness, 

always compelled by the aspects of living, 

she chores all day whilst believing in a higher power, 

the amusing part is she's standing next to it right now :)