I want to just stop, sometimes
sit down and cry
and wallow in my misery and pain ...

but what good would that do
at the end of the day
what problems would it solve
would it help me find my way or not,
piling on weight
of this deep, dark depression
and render me useless
for anything
worth having,
worth knowing

where's the hand I need
to lift me.
comfort these gray trains of thought,
would you come to me, quick
if I really needed you?
here,
now.
before I'm awash
lost in these raging seas of doubt...

04/15/2009

Posted on 04/15/2009
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