Lost…

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She searches the darkness…
For some kind of sign…

Looking for something…
To forgive all her crimes…

Always missing the point…
And still crossing the line…

Never really expressing…
What’s hidden deep inside…

Or ever letting them see…
The times she has cried…

The mistakes she’s made…
All the times she’s lied…

And one of these days…
She may well understand…

As the minutes pass by…
And the hourglasses sand…

Slowly ebbs away…
Merging into years…

Stealing her youth…
And increasing her fears…

As she loses her sanity…
Strand by fucking strand…

Always yearning to leave…
That no man’s land…

A life that’s in limbo…
With no light at the end…

Never trusting any other…
No one to call a friend…

Walking in circles…
And living in shadows…

Stood on the edges…
Where no one else goes…

And no one else sees…
Or really takes the time…

To scratch the surface…
So she tells them she’s FINE…

But the truth is hidden…
And always kept that way…

Because the simple fact is…
She’s not really OK…

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Poem inspired by the song: Electro Shock Blues

Song by The Eels

24 responses to “Lost…

  1. It’s ok(no pun intended) to not be ok. You can feel down as long as you don’t stay down. Pick yourself up and know you are doing the best you can do. I find music really changes my energy and mood if I can’t get motivated. Try something noisy & loud. Keep up the good work!

  2. I share in my writing how through my depression I can be a great actor for short periods of time. “Stood on the ledges where no one else goes”. Very powerful imagery. Thank you for your writing.

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