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Despair

Despair

I sit here alone and watch the people go by.
I hide my face so that they won’t see me cry.
A few kindred spirits stop and ask me why.
But, my pain is too great so I tell them a lie.

I keep this pain all bottled up inside of me.
Afraid of the unknown but longing to see.
To let go of this madness so that I can be free.
But, it’s been my friend so long that I just let it be.

A new day begins but in bed is where I want to stay.
I know it will be a struggle just to get through my day.
My friends encourage me, I just don't know what to say.
But, I will try my best and let come what may.

I’m so tired of this battle, just not ready to give up the fight.
To find a better way I will try with all my might.
To conquer this darkness so that there can be light.
But the road won’t be easy;I must keep the end in sight.

Shirley Sue Cameron
March 2017

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John Astley

Well written Shirley , I hope writing helps. It does with me.

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John

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linda wright

hi shirley i have a close friend who listens to my cries it is God that brings joy to sorrow your

poem is heartfelt indeed shirley if you need to talk i am here and i pray things get better

my name is linda and i have seen and been through alot in this life but my solace is jesus

anyway just wanted to say hello and to encrouge you to keep writing linda i can relate

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Shirley Ingle

Hello Linda,

This poem was for a lady that I had met. She told me her story and it just stuck in my mind for weeks and the next think I know words just start pouring out of me.

Thank you,

Shirley 

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