Lost in a haze of my own despair I reach out for a hand to save me from myself,
Save me from the harsh reality of the grim future and the desolate past,
There is no light in my life of dark dismay only blackness covering a lost desperate soul,
Falling with no end in sight it seems to be infinite to the dimness or its conclusion,
Perpetual cries for the unbalance to cease go eternally with no response,
The cold and dark embraces me so and holds me diverse to the amenity and light which has caste me out,
my journey has transpired and I let go without desperation,
for the hand I desire and reach for was never there……….
2006-12-15
08:31:57
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ok just so you all know I am not depressed...in fact I am just fine its just the way I write but thanks for the opinions....
2006-12-15
09:50:09 ·
update #1