The End of the Line
I find it harder to even write
Day becomes dark like the night.
I try to see where happiness went
I wish to find peace and feel content.
I know if I write I shall feel better
The rain starts to fall and I get wetter.
I was hoping it would be different today
The words are not what I wish to say.
As the day lingers I hold on
I don’t look back at what is gone.
I move forward one step at a time
Sometimes it feels like the end of the line.
I head into darkness moon beams I see
Maybe I’ll do better, my mind will free.
The stars sparkle they seem so bright
Maybe tonight I shall be alright.
My mind slows and begins to relax
Sometimes I fall in between the cracks.
I always manage to pick up the pieces
I lay my head down my sorrow decreases.
Copyright © Mark Russell | Year Posted 2012
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