A better tomorrow

I’m lacking sleep.

My faith is growing weak.

memories like a movie,

Playing in my head,

Stop!

I don’t want to know,

how it all will end

I grab hold of a fantasy,

Just to escape,

A cold reality.

Agony,

Suffocating me,

Help!

I can’t breathe,

Drowning in a sea of sorrows,

And fighting for a better tomorrow,

Author's Note

again another venting peice. poetry, the only thing that comes out of my depression.