If you see me,
drowning in depths,
of darkness with in,
don't offer me a hand,
effort to let me out this quicksand!
its been long since,
I've resided here,
I've mastered the blues,
I've been through!
When I craved light,
there wasn't a spark or a single gleam,
to lift my hopes up,
to give a reason to live!
I started to exist since then,
instead to live,
instead to live,
and belonging to where I am,
after burying my dreams.
Kinda sad. But well written.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteYou talk of the cruelty that life inflicts upon us. I wish that the hope still lingers somewhere. But of course the fact remains that 'we have to help ourselves'.
ReplyDeleteeven if I am helping myself nothing gets altered and the bitterness in my life prevails. It is true..
DeleteHope is not just enough to continue living with..