Wednesday, May 9, 2012


Picture?type=squarebyLyn Carr
In days that linger as the past comes creeping into the broken mind;
It seems hard to conceive in coming this far, trying to leave it all behind
how crushing images fade into the darkness of the vast open hole;
While a part is slowly dying, slipping away, becoming a lost soul.
Forever to embrace the longing that is gripping like a vice closing in and
unable to shake it off no matter how hard, trying every time to begin.
In days searching for an answer in something for the joy to come back;
Wondering when it was that it totally left and it all became black.
Was it something that was put far away just to keep or to hide?
Is it there to hold on to just to kill the inside?
If it can’t be remembered why can’t it just leave?
Why should it continue to suffer and bereave?
In days feeling lost like something dreadful is on the horizon and
while trudging on in this existence fighting through its depression,
Hoping that beyond this can be found something far better and
just a feeling of peace would make things so much brighter.
Always continuing on, realizing that nothing is as it seems but you
keep searching for a change in the future with hopes and dreams.
Copyright Ó 2012 Wanda Lyn Carr

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