My thoughts

I dedicate this poem to all persons suffering from depression and anxiety

Wishes come true will they?
I crave to be that blessed
Lost in my mind,which is a battlefield
fighting against my own thoughts
I hate the leisure everyone love which
make me drowned in my thoughts
Hate the nights which makes me a beggar for sleep
My heart is a smoke
loaded with contaminants
I hate to be a neurotic
dying everyday
Wish the sky becomes clear one day
Wishes come true will they?
I crave to be that blessed

Reviews

[Bryan Sefton]

Reading your poem is like walking through your day and it hurts to walk in your shoes. It lets me see what is beyond my imagening. If I had one wish I would give it to you. I so hope that you find a miracle.