The Light is Turned Off Again....

Got me pondering a fellow Poet.

Am I afraid of death?

I want to live a life.

Some happiness. Feel joy and bliss

and true love.

Over the last few years. I feel as

though. All I have felt is upset,

trauma, drama and heartaches.

And it has taken a toll on me and

a loved one.

And the majority of my own life.

I have lived in fear and dread.

Mainly when younger.

So actually to me. Being alive feels more

like death. Than being alive of late.

To be alive. I feel we should be feeling

the joyous of living, happiness and

the little things making the most from

seeing a brand new day come alive.

I feel clouds of heavy darkness are present

and still cover any happiness. I guess.

I was born with a dirty wooden spoon.

Not a silver spoon of plenty.

I try to make the best of what I do have.

But sadly at times. I can contain the sadness

anymore. And it comes out

in my writes. Like this one.

Ironically sad. When I was young. I loved

to laugh and see the bright things in life.

Even when the badness was hanging over

me. Still, try at times. To see good. But

as said when my depression hits. That is

it. The light is turned off again.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Depression sucks and it does switch the lights off. You don't see colour, you can't feel warmth and every day is a constant struggle until it begins to lift. Each day is a torment for those caught up in it. I feel for you Dawn and others who are in this wretched place. Your lines will be relatable to many.

Chris

[Onlyme]

Thanks Chris, trying so hard to be upbeat. But in my heart. I don't feel it. Thank you understanding. Chris. hugs Dawn.