With tears in her eyes
And in heavy sorrow
She stares at the world,
But the world pretends
Not to see her pain;
With a face of desolate numbness
She sits by a solitary window
To look out at the dark skies and rain.
Tag: Anxiety
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Remember our love
Remember our hearts
Remember our beauty
Remember our talks;Remember our pain
Remember our plight
Remember our suffering
Remember our fight;Remember our torment
Remember our eyes
Remember our sorrow
Remember our cries. -
Weary souls seek refuge
To come in from the cold
From dark and perilous nights,
And fierce and dogged fights
As they walk into that light
Oh, that divine and wondrous light,
And no more face that night,
That dark and treacherous night;
Where sleeplessness abounds
And sorrow and misery are found,
They were once in anguish bound
In torment they were bound,
But now have found their way
To that promised and glorious day
In peacefulness and light;
To the world they say goodnight,
In tranquil rest they say goodnight. -
In transfixed state
I lie awake,
A cawing crow
Predicts my fateI hope to cross
The burning fire;
The bridge I walk
Is fraying wire. -
In pain I dwell
With terror near;
My spirit dim,
And wracked with fear;On anguished nights
I seek relief
With solemn eyes,
And tears of grief;Inside a room
I lie awake
With trembling heart
And tempted fate;I will survive;
I will survive;
I whisper under
Darkened skies. -
On fearful nights
And morning’s dawn,
I lie awake
In transfixed form;I drown in sorrow
With hopeless eyes
My plight is plagued
With darkened skies;As thoughts consume
With reckless fright,
Again I face
The dreadful night. -
There is a time
In life we know,
The depths of pain
When sorrows flow;Inside my mind
Is where you’ll find
Where fires burn,
And billows blow;I’d found a dream
In blessed light,
Till darkness robbed me
In the night;It pulls me down;
It pulls me down;
With cruel intent,
And silent sound. -
As immeasurable pain touches my soul I cry out from the dark and lonely abyss. My thoughts are plagued with grief as sorrow takes hold and paralyzes my will. I have sought peace only to find war; I have sought love only to find hate; I have sought sunshine only to find gray skies and thunderous rain. In cold desolation I lie still as the freezing winds of fear and desperation take my warmth from me. Season by season I grow weaker as I contend with the harsh realities of my wretched existence. I awake to melancholy and go to sleep in persistent anxiety. Who will hear the cries of the sufferers? Pain is a deep and festering wound that leads to infection and sepsis of the soul. It eats away at happiness and contentment slowly and methodically until there is nothing left. The cries and wailing of the sufferers echo throughout, as a sad song is played. Crows gather on a ledge and stare as they bear witness to the mire. The sufferers stumble around in zombie like state as they try to find their way. The road to happiness and freedom seems to allude them, but they walk nonetheless. Their plight would bring tears even to the strongest and most powerful of men. To gaze upon them, is to gaze upon perpetual suffering. To look into their red and weary eyes, is to look into their souls. Souls of deep pain and sorrow. The story of their once joyful lives are now haunting memories of the past. Still, there is a light of hope every time someone stops and listens to their story while giving words of comfort and love.
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The darkness underneath seeks to pull me in. It wraps its fiery tentacles around me as they sear my skin. The cold and desolate realm awaits my arrival with sinister enthusiasm. With fierce determination I resist.
Haunting voices whisper words of despair and self doubt into my ears. It seeks to break my will. I am tired and worn, but I still have fight left in me. The dark place promises me it will take my pain away, if only I submit to its will and renounce my determination. It recites to me soft and sweet lullabies to cast me into a deep sleep; my eyes are closed but I am still awake. I am gaunt; I am weak, but my heart will not fail.
With flames of anger in my eyes, I balk at its proposal and mightily cry out for the light.
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In late night hours
I sit in anguish
As thoughts stream;
I hope to calm my mind,
So after a glass of wine
I pray for a blissful dream.
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