Why does life consume me?
\nWhy do I talk about life
\nso much?
\nWho stands by me
\nwhen I sleep
\nsaying,
\nhis face is peaceful.
\nHe is a child.
\nHe needs so much comforting.
\nWhy is he here?<\/p>\n
And I wake
\nwondering who it was.
\nWho did I talk to?
\nWho do I miss
\nthat I can’t remember?
\nI may be lost.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Why does life consume me? Why do I talk about life so much? Who stands by me when I sleep saying, his face is peaceful.…<\/p>\n