Grr's blog: "Grr Muses"

I sit inside my man-made hell
That reminds me me a prison cell.
Darkness creeps, disabling sight.
Beckoning eternal night.
Then I hear my little girl,
Calling from another world.
She says: "Don't worry. It's not so bad.
Just remember that You Love Me, Dad.
Then the days will fly right by,
'Til once again I'm at your side."
So I sit inside my prison cell
That reminds me of a man-made hell,
And now I know, we'll be alright.
The blind can see.
This day was night.

                                ~Grr

                                     2005ish