My Lonely Years
My Lonely years.
Always on the outsie looing in
Deemed to fail before I’d begin
Alone in my plarstic bubble
I’d face a new mountain every day
Took to heart everything people would say
The prison whereI dwelt had an open door
Fear and doubt struck me to the core
Lost in my lonely years
Broken hearted I cried an ocean of iternal tears
The mirror my nemisis that controlled me
I couldn’t see what others could see
Standing upon the preferfice of a deep gorge
Swaying in the wi nd
Couldn’t take anymore.
My struggle took me to dark places I didn’t want to go
Where the biting cursing wind would blow
So many wasted years gone by
Life was an endless nightmare
Unbarable
And all I wanted to do was die.
That was now so many ears ago
I’ve been through hell
A place no one should go
I climbed those moutains
Ans eventualy saw the view
It took a very long trme
And how I struggled
But I begain to see the sun though the mist
Now I’m on a roler coaster
Pone of meloncony and one of bliss.
Although I’ve come so far
My lonel years haunt me and lrfy their scat
Although I don’r dewll on those times
It’s always there in the dark reseses of my mind
Haunting my dreams
No one could understand the places that I’ve been.
Writing and exoressing mseff has been my therapy
My life my mistress unraveling the mystery
The jigswa is almost compleare
Although pieces still avade me
At last I’m free.
Peter Dome.Copyright. 2015,Dec.
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