Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by FoundAndLost1, Jan 1, 2007.

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  1. Dawn…
    is but an illusion of light, of newness,
    fresh air
    after troubled rest
    rising in the morning,
    hope to bear,
    only to be enhanced by further despair
    of another day
    with no way out
    Too bright to look at first thing
    for fear of all the hope lost
    so many times
    It hurts to see it I tell you
    It hurts like hell
    Living nightmare
    moment after empty moment repeating,
    without rhyme, purpose or meaning
    Clouds of mind fog
    dulling the senses,
    one would think mercifully.
    But more,
    stealing lucidity.
    I only want to sleep
    There is nothing worth waking for,
    not anymore…
    These days and life
    have become alien to me,
    my mind churns
    I no longer see
    My spirit’s died
    I am dead inside
    It is only my body that still lives
    There is nothing else left to give...


  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    I disagree, there IS more to give - you must give yourself another chance, you must stop being so hard on yourself. Are you not deserving as others? Of course you are!:smile: I'm sending you some inner strength, please install it within your heart and draw on it when you need it.:smile:

    sending you love and hope and strength,:smile: :smile: :smile:

    least xoxoxox
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