David William Breidenthal Poet Rhyme

Sympathy Comes a Long Way

I am relatively disheartened
Everyone seems strengthened
By their happy-go-lucky lives
Then, the depression arrives

I am awkwarded and speechless
No one seems to mind my distress
Success and gladness is too far from my reach 
I am acting selfish, but hear out my sad speech…

I want to annihilate this awful apprehension 
Instead, I long for some apparent anticipation 
Totally tortured and traumatized by tension 
Beyond my young years of comprehension 

I am aware that I have fallen beneath the filthy ground
I feel like these times of stress is unfair, failure crowned
I need a passionate press of positivity and pleasure, but I will fight to endure 
Discard not my sentimental spirits of sympathy, an uncanny, unknown cure

Encourage a bright light of mighty delight upon my ashamed soul
Make me believe in the truths and wisdom that’s in the Holy Bible 
I don’t want to be tricked into accepting fairy tales and fancy fables
Crazy that you aren’t available to save a helpless being like me…feeling unstable, overhearing people, judging me with labels – I'm about to break down a thousand tables 

But, I can rely completely my own capabilities frankly 
I don’t mind you uplifting me on high with glowing glee
These wounds of wretchedness reduced me to rage
These wings of mine are torn apart, locked up in a cage

Come on and mend me like crazy
My eager-mad eyes are a little hazy 
Take me on a journey to the prairies of ecstatic reveries 
I adore the brazen rhythm of your beating heart at ease 

I discovered dreams that gives me a drive of dynamic determination…
Teach me diligence and motivate me to receive gracious gratification...
I find Your teachings are absolutely engaging 
It’s also greatly refreshing and oh so amazing

I have survived rainstorms of tribulation 
I jumped over tidal waves of desolation 
I wish you well in your cell of careless catastrophe 
You haven’t cherished me with vital, lovely loyalty

Your pain is excruciating and is making you so forlorn
I can feel it and understand it since the day I was born 
I will steal your pain and combine in with my own, friend
I will try to help you out, though I'm struggling like no end

I have felt for you five-fold, no joke!
You are like an egg without its yoke
Something is missing and anger upon you, I won't provoke 
The second you said what's wrong, I knew the words you spoke
I am glad you have awoke
From your nightmare of cruel reality
I felt it like you did wholeheartedly
Yeah, I know it all-too-well actually!

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