All My Life

All My Life

All my life was spent
meaningless
hopeless
sadness
and tedious.

The morning to me was
dull
dark
unrefreshed
and a failure.

I spent my evenings with
nightmares
tears
headaches
and in fright.

Feelings of love to me were
regrets
agony
anguish
and betrayal.

How I wish I could
wake up one day
with full of spirit, invigorated
and with grateful heart.

Sadly I couldn't dream of these
because I slept for many long years
in this cold, silent, and lonely grave
indeed my life was spent nothing.