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Wrote this straight out of the heart, in the moment, after having what turned into a very bad day at work for me couple of days ago.

My problems are not meant to be carried by others
I deal with them silently on my own
They are for me, myself, to be kept under covers
Away from everything that's known.
This year my feet trod in darkness
At the end the future is bleak
And though I'm in this desolate starkness
It's harsh reality leaves me mentally weak.
I wonder why I keep on walking
What's the point of carrying on?
When the world I knew is no longer sparkling
Like it did, only once upon.
A time that doesn't seem so far behind
It's light drifts further and further away
In this darkness I'm lost, cant seem to find
That much desired light of day.

Author's Note

The poem does not have a title. I still don't know what to title it. It is something that I wrote pouring out of my heart from what resulted in a very bad day at work for me. I think I'm just gonna keep it as it is and just allow the verses themselves to speak.

Reviews

[Gerry Legister]

I like this poem, its timely and thoughtful, although the future may look bleak in this self portrait, there is always a rainbow trying to come out after the showers, and life that was drab becomes sparkling again.