by madtat29Farmington, New Mexico, USA
Jul 2014 443 Views 12 comments
The great depression
Always It's like this wherever I roam,
Even in my very own home,
Surrounded by people I feel so alone,
The thought transports me to a twilight zone,
A dark scary place where noones my friend,
There sorrow and sadness never ends,
A hole in my heart like a hole in my head,
A taste in mouth that I cant get rid,
Like ripe rancid wine or old moldy bread,
The constant thoughts "I hate this trip",
And"I cant wait till the ride is overwith"
Even in my very own home,
Surrounded by people I feel so alone,
The thought transports me to a twilight zone,
A dark scary place where noones my friend,
There sorrow and sadness never ends,
A hole in my heart like a hole in my head,
A taste in mouth that I cant get rid,
Like ripe rancid wine or old moldy bread,
The constant thoughts "I hate this trip",
And"I cant wait till the ride is overwith"
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Posted: Jul 2014
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Comments (12)
Like a dark red wine.
I see we have sipped from the same cup.
Its a lonely place to be.....
Lost in your own head !
Mick.
We have all been there!
SAS
Ken