early morning hours i just cant sleep
my mind goes far and my heart runs deep
you can see it in my eyes i just cant forget
so a late night sweat turns into an early morning breath
with once again the contemplation of death
wishing i can move on but i got no where to go
and i wish i can foget but the process is slow
so slow it burns not to cry
but that stuff i gotta hide real real deep inside
so nobody will ever know
damn then i wonder why i will never ever grow

keith hendrickson

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/desert-flower-3/