This is my book of poetry that I hope to eventually publish with photos. |
The joy remains out of reach, drifting and ending, lifting and falling, I wonder what is wrong with me, why I feel this way, why I feel like sobbing, There is no answer, no reason for this sorrow, and that makes me feel worse, As nature fights against me and depression follows its natural course. I guess I should just disappear, I guess I shouldn’t be here, or anywhere, If this is all I look forward to, I have no reason to be glad, I fear, It is too much for me to maintain my glee, it is too much for me to pretend, I sit in my office chair and pray and wait and watch for this day to end. I guess this is the time for me to wonder why I feel this way more often, And maybe I will discover the reasons for the mood I constantly fall in, But I won’t believe that the answer will come as quickly as I need it to, Even though the holidays are lingering and coming in the times they normally do. If the sad tears I cry later today are the result of tomorrows I dread or yesterdays lost, Or if they are for something deeper that cannot be named, the price of sorrow is a huge cost, I will leave this sad rhyme alone for now and I will smile and wish everyone a happy holiday, Because this depression and sorrow has no true cause and I don’t know what else to say. |