With a heavy heart I write
Despondent and in pain I writhe
The mind twisting in upon itself
Refusing to untie the knots in thought
Unable to see past the present
Unable to change where I went
I cope with the future unknown
Without hope, without caring, in my eyes disowned
The years of my heavily laden past
Have steadily been suffocating my soul
Without the means to release my passion
Without a road to travel, I await my fate
Emotionally distraught
Physically shot
Mentally worn down
Rock bottom is where I've gone
I had the passion to overcome
I had the strength of will to defeat and shun
I had my youth to live past the storm.
Now?! Sad, unsure, and too old to shelter my home
What makes me feel right is doing just this
Writing my thoughts, expressing what's amiss
The future will restore the person I was
Until then I implore, pity my father's son.
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