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Poem Details
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| Title: | The beginning of the End |
| Author: | James Crouch |
| Date Submitted: | 5/30/2009 |
| Email: | astatic99@gmail.com |
| Poem: |
No idea how you cope with bipolar depression, Medication doesn''t help me much This is the end of the line Last station on a misery filled ride. My soul is bruised and battered I want to be happy but it''s out of reach, Meagre food for souls forgot Everything must go eventually, even me If you need an explanation then this is it I''m not happy, I don''t know why I look to the future and it makes me cry stuck with old memories There is the occasional flicker of light in the dark and you have been one of those, Otherwise it''s an empty black void They tell me I should get another girl They tell me I should go back to school will this fix the inner turmoil? When I was 6 life seemed so open to joy, now I''m 27 and life seems so filled with the mundane and regularity Smoke a cigarette, will it be my last? My inner demons have drained my blood and lust for life Time to sleep. With the number of pills I''ve swallowed there''s a chance I won''t wake up It''s not because I''m weak, or maybe I am, it''s just that I''m tired of life''s disappointments.... |