My Tongue Is A Pen Of A Ready Writer

13015 11:45pm

The cold winter wind is singing to me

While I lay in the dark alone

Reminding me of my sorrowful life and loneliness

But what can I do?

Just wallow in the pain, in the dispair , in the absence of affection

Or should I appear oblivious to the fact that no one is here but me

Hold back tears

I just want to scream

I just want this to end

Yet I have someone to live for

To show love to to give my all to

Because he is the flesh of my flesh

My lifeline my one and only son

Into the depths of understanding

I withdraw from the sorrows grasp

But is stuck in depression's lair

Laying in the ambiance of darkness

And taking in all of what's wrong with my reality

Accepting the things I cannot change and working towards the things I can improve

Trying as hard as I can without letting go but I just want to get lifted

Although I accept it I still want to be embraced by bliss and escape this dark abyss