Even at one of my lowest lows,
I loved you with every atom of my being,
My body had broken, but never the spirit,
The sharpened and keen senses, always foreseeing.

A long and weary road, no doubt it was,
Slowly trudging my way, a step at a time,
Gloomy forebodings, festering the mind,
Overworked soul, sullied with soot and grime.

A time when one should be cared for,
Shouldering everything alone,
Celebrating the happiness of others,
While being neglected and forlorn.

Was even...