Lately, everything seems so very bleak.
I keep telling myself,”it will be better next week.”
But, the weeks drag by,
They seem to only get worse.
Things will be better next month.
They have to be!
There not, of course.
The sun is out!
The rain has stopped!
I’ll feel better now, for sure.
But, even the suns magic,
Didn’t bring the cure.
I’m still lingering here, somewhere between the lines of purgatory, and hell.
How long I’ll dwell here this time,
Only time will tell.
So lonely, floating around depressions empty sea.
Please, enough already!
It’s time to set me free!
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Author:
Resa Bronstein (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
Heart wrenching yet so well written - great piece Resa
Resa,
A great write of a sad
situation! I’ve been there
and I can say that better
days will come!
~Laura~
I've floated on those "empty seas". I must say that will power, and denying the grip that it had on me any more control, helped me to "swim out."
Very sad words but in writing words you can lose yourself in them for that time.
Been there Resa and happily just waiting it out works eventually - others aren't so lucky........
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