What do you do when you're lost at the end of the day,
what do you do when you don't know what to say.
Trapped somewhere between here and there,
going through life, wondering why do they care?
Finding it hard to look to the future,
wishing that somehow I felt nurtured.
Lost in a dream, awake through the night,
traveling alone through life's big plight.
I sit with my thoughts, not knowing where to go,
knowing I'm scared to death, but won't let it show.
My feelings run amuck, my emotions in turmoil,
wanting to run away, to hide for just a while.
Looking for answers, where the question wasn't asked,
will I make it past this rough spot, or will it last?
How does one learn how to cope,
when walking through life, Searching For Hope.
Copyright July 1, 2003
Stuck in a misery, known to most as pain,
affecting all that I do, it becomes so mundane.
Hiding the frustration, as well as the fears,
at any moment, I could break down in tears.
Still looking and searching to find the lost hope,
for that to allieviate the pain, to help me cope.
Wishing for a moment, that the pain would just leave,
if only for a moment, giving me that silent reprieve.
Hanging somewhere between the good and the bad,
knowing that someday it might pass, I shall be glad.
Hanging over my shoulder, eating away at my soul,
trying to fight it back, to hold on, with nowhere to go.
My heart stans strong to fight the faceless ghost,
hoping that through time, it doesn't take the greatest cost.
Attacking my thoughts, as well as my dreams,
tearing me apart, little by little, right at the seams.
Some say don't worry, it'll soon go away,
would they feel the same, in my shoes for a day?
I know this dark place, buried deep within,
but how to explain it, or where to begin.
For hiding in shadows, all alone in the dark,
is the beast known as misery, holding a spark.
I hope and I pray that someday soon, atleast.......
I can finally break free from The Hidden Beast.
Copyright August 18, 2003
I dream of a world and a time without any pain,
when happiness pours down, instead of the rain.
I hold this dream dear, and close to my heart,
not knowing how to get there, or even where to start.
Knowing that anything is possible, when set in my mind,
every dream can come true, when given enough time.
Hope is around the next corner, or maybe a bend,
but never giving up, never letting a chance end.
Filled with a passion, and a love for each life,
taking a step forward, no matter how slow the stride.
Chasing each rainbow, along with each star,
overcoming the past, but remembering its last scar.
A dream is a wish that only your heart can make,
but it takes faith and strength to keep it all straight.
When it seems that your life is falling apart at the seams,
make a wish, then close your eyes, to find, The Dream
Copyright October 26, 2003
