Poem I wrote several years ago. I was depressed. |
Untitled A vast emptiness Endlessly hollow Like a river bed Dried of all its wonder The world closes in Gripping ever tighter Choking the breath from my soul It longs to be let go Nothing ever changes It only fades away Hope, love and dreams never seem to stay Brief visits to the land of happiness I can never stay too long Visions of clouds and trees Crystal lakes that reflect the night sky Images of sanity soon fall into oblivion Forcing reality’s curse upon me yet again Facing the harsh truth of life Where work is mandatory And time for yourself is a disfigured abnormality Hidden away yearning to be found and loved It is here in this realm I am forced to stay For I have no other choice The will to keep me here is strong The grasp too tight to escape This world where nothing is as it seems Tales of honor and valor are only lies Stories of madness and mayhem are half truths Someone once said “Where there is sorrow There is the opportunity for happiness” How wrong they were Happiness True happiness Is nothing more than a figment of ones imagination Dreamt up to create a false sense of hope For those who have none Someday I may find some happiness But for now I will have to do my best Not to fall into my own subjugated juxtaposition And keep my will As well as myself Alive |