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If I have a good day I would have a field day into the sun’s heat day and not a word for low pay. You say you want to be, but this is all I see and until you do as I please don’t mind if I sit and I weep. Because all I do… Continue reading A Good Day
Letting someone down wasn’t supposed to be the plan today. And why does it feel like it’s happened everyday lately? I leave the room and if feels like sighs of relief behind me. Another discussion of my marathon man depressive disorder. I’ve lost so many that decided to walk toward the light of the sun… Continue reading Whispering Echoes
Running so I can tow the line, always to say, “Hey I’m doing fine.” It’s when you walk on by that water’s tide, my only moment not to run and to hide away. From all of the things I hoard inside, with depression before me, the loneliest guide. But all to well, it was you… Continue reading Watermark
The wind gusts as it tries to sweep me off my feet, like loose leaves on a crisp fall day. A tree more barren to it’s soul with each leaf that floats into the atmosphere, I weep. I sob. And I do everything related to my mental disorders in hiding. Sometimes all we have are… Continue reading Charlie Brown
Source: Silent Language
If I wanted to fly I just need to go inside any place I can hide is in the waters tide tonight. So where are all the places all filled with graces encompassed with paces empty foot spaces along lily pad’s laces where the water’s edge takes us. Inside this great vase a lily pad’s… Continue reading Places