Lost is a poem reflecting the inner emotions of depression. I originally published this in 2006 and decided to bring it out of the vault to share at a time when so many people are going through dark times. Believe me, I understand.
Each day I wake up thinking to myself
Can I make it through another day of hell?
Don’t wanna get out of bed
But I’ve gotta shake these voices in my head
They’ve got me wishing I was dead
Or someplace else instead
Of this life of fighting a losing battle
Can’t get on my saddle and take control
Feels like I’m losing my soul
My dreams, my self-respect, my ambitions
All replaced with fear
Waiting in vain for a better tomorrow
But damn! There goes another year
And I’m still here, in the same shit
The same sorry-assed merry-go-round
The cold reality in this lonely world
© 3rd Ear Girl 2014
Revised edition of ‘A Lost Battle’ Purple Banana Publishing 2006
Thanks for reading and commenting Elan. I will check out passiontorn very soon.
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Nice writing! I enjoyed it. Thanks!
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