The following is a depressing poem I wrote...literally just now. It reflects my darkest feelings of today, mixed with a few references to other things. If anyone wants to tell me their interpretation of what I mean then I'll gladly read.
**The White Path**
One for sorrow, two for joy.
Three doesn't care if you're a girl,
Four doesn't care if you're a boy.
Five is for the sickness,
Six is for the cold.
Seven is my story,
Ready to be told.
The first cut is the deepest.
That's the song I've always known,
But now I can't keep quiet lest,
My pain shall now be clear.
The white line that trails between my bones,
Just the long one, not