A Waste
Today began as many do
a waste of precious breath
Have I the strength to see it through
or is there any left
These struggles seem to multiply
within each passing day
As hope and dreams turn into lies
my faith slips far away
What do I do to gain the peace
that somehow I can't find
Will then these demons finally cease
and restore this shattered mind
I need to know what happens next
for all I know is pain
should I just end this misery
before I go insane
Can anybody save me from
these ghosts within my head
Today began as many do
a waste of time and breath
Copyright © Jeff Cornelius | Year Posted 2016
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