like an old beatles album
dust covered on a shelf
here i sit
all by myself
feeling that feeling
starting to slip
back into sadness'
deadly grip
tired from fighting
no spark igniting
like an old beatles album
dust covered on a shelf
here i sit
all by myself
feeling that feeling
starting to slip
back into sadness'
deadly grip
tired from fighting
no spark igniting
yesterday as i felt the sun
showering my face
with its warmth and glow
the chasm that once was my heart
felt like it was pulled apart
aching for that special embrace
and yearning for a secret place
though busy i was and in good company
i could not forget what was and
again would probably never be
the sadness covered me as i slept
and blanketed my soul
as i wept
this is the time to be asleep
but me i sit and churn
mixed emotions inside me creep
and lessons i have to learn
decisions to make
not another mistake
which way to go
i do not know
wish i had a ball
crystal and clear
so i could see
both far and near
but i will not mull
nor stay stuck in a groove
the light has changed
and i will move
do not lay quiet, still and low
and wait for things to be
life is not a spectator sport
you must play to be happy
do not give up
as when you finally awake
you will realize you made
a big mistake
time does not negotiate
start to live
before it is too late
she needs her life
to have some clout
to be what someones
life's about
her heart cries at
the empty space
in the mirror
next to her face
she ran right into
her liquid buffer
as she could no longer
stand to suffer
but as the early morning
began its reign
all her troubles
remained the same
she spends her days
in a busy haze
hoping her misery
is a phase
but the night is too long
she cannot be that strong
she runs from the pain
she feels all over again
seeking any form of relief
to stop her sadness
and grief
deleted some entries...so dark they even scared me.....will write again if i ever feel good again...from natural causes
i would like to thank robert, jan, joyce, jeff, ed ,wb and maryanne, herb, barb...for although i never articulated to you the full extent of my profound unhappiness, you sensed i was slipping off the rock, and gave me something to hold on to
questions not answered
questions not asked
taking myself
and my life
to task
where it is going
where i have been
the pain of not knowing
what lies therein
going through motions
crying chagrin
seeking out potions
to quiet the din
fearing and yearning
tomorrow unknown
aching and growing
what seeds have i sown
looking forward through
eyes darkened by fear
sadness and heartache
noone real near
on a treadmill with motor broke
weighed so down
i start to choke
does it ever get better
or is it just this
as my eyes get wetter
and i start to list