So as I empty out a drawer I find an old notebook and in that notebook I find an old poem that I worked on. It's not very good. I wrote it on a whim but when I read it...............well it captured how I'm feeling right now and I thought I should post it.
My own prison is my mind
I try to escape it from time to time
With no success I fail and fail
I've become weak and oh so frail
How do I lose these thoughts? I cannot cope
Somebody please help me, I've lost all hope
These are the thoughts I must accept
These are the memories I look back on with regret
What can I do? I do not know
What can I say? I'm so alone
The love for life I lost, I miss
For how much longer will I feel like this?
I so wish I could do something to lift from such a dark place. If anyone deserves to be happy, it's you. You're such a caring and selfless friend...and special beyond description. How is it that you, so able to talk me out of my dark places when I've need it, find it so hard to light the path for yourself?
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I love you, honey...
Dana
The fact that you comment on my blog makes me happy :o) Let's me know that you care about what I have to write about!!! Love you Dana!
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