Hopeful Recovery
I stir from my sleep the feelings are there
As I draw my morning breath my minds in despair
The gnawing and the clawing on my guts they take revenge
These demons that haunt me they never seem to lend
To lend respite to my dilemma
They just burn like glowing embers
Taking over my mind it feels so never ending
As I go on pretending and pretending
Pretending that I'm trying when inside I feel I'm dying
I long for the day when I awake at peace
And look forward to my life without you
Without your mind games which have played havoc with my soul
And I can strive to make happiness my goal...
Ann Foxglove
Thu 8th Jul 2010 06:11
Well Rodney, the poem is about something we can all relate too. I wonder if you ever write anything positive? If you can't have constructive criticism (which is a very useful thing) I'd keep my trap shut.