Gloom, Doom, Despair
Why so much drama in these words that I pen?
What about the happiness I had back when?
Was my life never full of those beautiful things?
Sunshine and flowers and butterflies wings?
No kisses from Daddy, just too far away
The hugs from my mom, no love they convey
My memories faded, maybe just suppressed
Where was the love they promised to profess?
Don’t judge yourself based on these poems I write
My mind tends to lead this chartered flight
But sharing with you all these feelings of mine
Invites criticism, such a very fine line
My despair is not yours, nor yours to endure
Consider these words my personal spoor
I’ll come to a place in my heart that is free
Just allow me to be, for me to be me
Because…
I write down the words I know to be true
I write about hurt and the things that I do
Often that connection too strong to deny
Like the one between you and the reason I cry
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