Nightly Mourn Poem by Heidi Wiggin

He sits starin at the TV
Hes thinkin bout how life used to be
He starts to cry
Even though hes not really sure why
Its not like life used to be that great
He just cant help but think its too late
For what hes not sure
He thinks of his ma and how he truly does miss her
He picks up the newspaper
Sees another abituary
He wishes he could be merry
Again like in the old days
Instead of livin life in this haze
He lays in bed tonight
Starin at the patch on the floor of moonlight
He tries to close his eyes
And suddenly realizes his life is just a bunch of lies