I cry. That’s how I cope.
When I feel all is lost and there’s no hope.
It doesn’t matter what the surrounding is,
I feel like I’m stuck in an incessant abyss.
Your people drift away,
You realize that you really don’t have any say.
That person, you thought, your love, come true,
Is but another form of Monday blue.
Speak of it, to feel better, you must
To begin a new quest, it is the only thrust.
Of lighter hearts and lovely people,
Trust your instincts, don’t be frugal.
Permutations of humor, beauty and sound mind,
Begin anew, these treasures you’ll find.
This was written a long time ago. I’m only sharing it now because sometimes your art needs expression.
“I feel so lost, like an abandoned bird.
All I want to do is wipe my past.
Like clearing the mist, that is cast on glass.
That once cleared, will forever vanish.
I want to be free, of the guilt that isn’t mine,
But holds me down, like it’s sown in me.
What a bygone thing it is, the feeling of joy.
All I can do is stare at a blank.
A shroud so dark envelops me how.
I fear I’ll never see the light of day.
The simple things, that made me gay.
I’m afraid I’ll never cross its way.
What was my sin, O pray tell me ??
For an eclipse, this size to fall on me.
The innocence of youth, you stole from me,
To give me only sorrow and pain,
My only wish now, is to die in vain.
For you to remember, I’ll etch on my grave,
A life that is wasted in your name ………”