In an attic room
Too often she carries her weight in despair
Dark thoughts have free rein in her life, she complies
Dwelling on the burdens of the life that she bears,
Unable to craft a new story of care,
She dances to the beat of negative vibes
Too often she carries her weight in despair
She has no imagination, pizzazz or flair
No way of knowing how to turn tail on the tide
Dwelling on the burdens of the life that she bears,
No confidence or self-esteem left to spare,
Little or no room for any pride to reside,
Too often she carries her weight in despair.
The damage is done, no bandage can repair
Once at her peak, she’s now bottomed the slide
Dwelling on the burdens of the life that she bears,
She sits in the chair with an openmouthed stare
The needle still lodged in a vein opened wide
Too often she carries her weight in despair
Dwelling on the burdens of the life that she bears,
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Thu 13th Jul 2023 14:01
Thanks JD- I must have a go at that form-it seems so effective.
The effects of such tragedies are all too obvious in everyday life around my neck of the woods.