A Selected Few
I sit all alone in a dark room
my life is heartache and gloom
My my only friend and ally is me
I don't possess a thing called glee
Will the sun ever shine again
will I find the rainbow?
My thoughts are pure torture
and I have no plans for my future
I live and breathe in utter darkness
my resting place is total abiss
It is pure hell getting thru another day
will peace and joy ever come my way?
I long to know joy in the depths of my soul
I want to be completely and utterly whole
Is happiness only for a selected few?
How can I feel brand new?
Is peace, joy and wholeness only an illusion?
I will not believe that and that's my hopeful conclusion
Alexis Y.
7-23-17
Copyright © Alexis Y. | Year Posted 2017
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