Food for the Soul: Poems

Ungodly hour thoughts

Depression they say, paralyzing.
Struggling from things, head's at lost.
He wanted to be free, not chained.
But life itself is pain.
"Do you tell him the same things you told me?"
He tossed, he turned, unable to sleep.
He wondered, he mourned, no answer.
If maybe, he too, reside her thoughts.
She hurt him in the past
And he took her in a second
For he will not forget how she made him feel
Like he was everything
And the instant,
Like he was nothing.

—Wata