A reaching hand
Drowning in the depths of my own sanity
Feeling trapped between the darkness and the light
Where time ticks away like it takes an eternity
Feeling lonely and helpless, not even knowing the day that approaches
Praying for the sun to come, while all there is... is night.
Sinking away in the sands that were supposed to support me
As a kid holding it inside my hands, watching it leaving
Running turned into crouching, turned into crawling
Every step feeling like walking with bricks in your shoes
With one victory gained in life, you had everything to lose
Glass shattering as you stare inside the mirror
Forgetting who you were, what you're goals are, always backtracking
While trying to reach the end, you simply get brought back to the very beginning
To leave no stones unturned, but don't have the strength to actually get 1 stone from moving
But you don't give up and you try and try again, leading to a state of insanity
At the end you cry, simply let the tears flow in hope that it creates a river for you to lay in
You yell, simply letting people hear your voice and let them know you exist around them too
You face you fear with every blood, sweat and tears you've inside and man up
Letting them know you need help.
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Roy, this is sad, a very sad write.
Super well expressed.
With all my heart, I wish you can see the light. The light that dwells in your soul.
Bernadete
Thank you Bernadete,
For your kind words. :) Almost all of my poems are sad and depressing, so alot of people don't read them even if there's a story to be told.
I love to write about the bad stuff, because it's easy to write about the good stuff in life. For me it's filtering my mind when I've doubts or bad thoughts.
Truth is I'm a loner, don't like people (never have) and I've dealt with a lot of pain in my life, more than most people of my age group. So I write , I tell my story and that keeps me motivated. I also have 2 beautiful children which I love very much... I watch them grow and be happy and sad. I'm there dad and I'll always be there for them, but the truth is what they don't know is I'm tired of life. I live for them, not myself anymore for a long long time. But I'm not that type of guy killing myself or asking for euthanisia... I just keep on taking it, because I don't wanna leave my children without a father and maybe at the end they'll see how strong I'm. It will make them proud... and then I can die peacefully and put my mind at rest because only then the pain inside me will stop.