Blessed-A Poem

I found this old poem I wrote from high school, and I cannot believe what a tortured soul I was!

Blessed by the silence of a white room faded black,
i feel your prescence with me now,
i sense you're coming back.
sometimes i like to imagine that the sky is just for me,
the way the sun just rises to gently in the east;
the way the sun just sets so firmly in the west,
proves to me that mother earth is so, by beauty, blessed.
sometimes i feel the ocean is meant for just my eye;
it's silky sapphire way of look?
a gift from father sky.
why do we as beings rule out the beauty that we've been given?
and why do we take for granted the miles mankind has driven?
as i look back into the past,
at things i've done,
i simply ask,
why does life drift by so fast?
and where do we go when it's over at last?
now, as i watch the sunset
in my white room faded black,
i open my eyes and realize
that you're not coming back.
i've bumped heads with reality
as the sun sets in the west,
"it's ok," i tell myself,
i, by life, am blessed.