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My World
My world so torn, so not real anymore,
Full of deadly nothings, and cold lock doors.
I seem I cannot escape, escape the hell that has been burning,
Running, hiding, and trying to see what is after me, but its nothing.
Empty, alone, scared, wondering if I am alone, where is everyone?
Where did my feelings of love, compassion, and life go?
Did someone answer the locked door and steel them?
Every day, is like a new question, I try and solve it
but there is no drive, no drive to answer it!
So, I can only wait, wait for God above to cure my pain
and send his message on the wings of angels, to tell me
its ok to smile, smile because the door is open and to come in.
--Laurence D.
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