Up In Smoke
There’s a fire raging in my chest
a tornado swirling in my eyes,
There’s tremor in my hands
and my lips going numb…
What’s the matter with me?
Every day is a struggle for survival
Every breath a mortal risk
Every wound a potential killer
Every venue a journey into the unknown!
Oh say, can someone care to explain?
Is there a new look on my face?
Why does my trusted mirror
then fails to recognize me?
Shouldn’t a heart beat
lively with love and hope?
Why is my heart like a stone
tossed on a scorching desert?
What kind of a baffling place
in my life I have now come to?
On this ash-strewn pathway
there’s nothing but bleak loneliness.
~"Depression" contest by Lewis Raynes
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