Walter Mafokate Poet I do not know?

Chronicles of My Pain

Chronicles of my pain

Family, a support structure that holds people together they say
Well to me family is the root of my depression
Family is the reason why I cry myself to sleep
The reason why I lose weight daily

I'm regarded as the forsaken child just because I don't have anything to prove I have a dream
Regarded as the forsaken child because I have achieved nothing at my age
Sadly my heart is weak
My mind is polluted with thoughts of suicide

Chronicles of my depression
I'm the no body in the family
Yet I fight so hard to make things happen
No one supports what I live for
Therefore I am disregarded as a son

At times wishing my father was alive
Hoping he would understand me better
Or should I just follow him too
Maybe we would be happy together

I'm broken and shattered
Out of hope just left with sadness
I guess that I am destined for sorrows
Maybe everyone would be glad
If I won't wake up tomorrow

My heart is bruised and wounded
Tell me what peace looks like
Give me a dose of happiness
But anyway it's just too late

By Walter Mafokate

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Deborah Cromer February 5, 2019 at 12:47 PM It's never too late if you have will. You have good understanding of your own feelings and that is the best way to deal with anything. Your writing is an outlet and I am very pleased to read how you see things and can describe what you feel. Although, I am sad and down now through that and would look forward to a happier poem from you. You, as a writer can write about darkness, that is clear. You as a writer can turn words around too. Others have felt the way this poem describes and they would welcome also a poem of hope, strength and encouragement to make it through a down time. You will find that path and follow it's light and be able to write poems of making it through. A journey of being down and the the lifting up. People can follow your words into tomorrow. Tomorrow is a new day!