(86) Bad Days

I thought I knew my mind
But I found darkness in there
Sometimes I can be blind
To the living of a nightmare

When I'm up, I'm dragged down
Lost within the world of the sane
Watching my smile becoming a frown
Feeling left alone, here, to remain

So here I am, once again, writing
Clouds come like a fog in my head
Right or wrong, I can't keep fighting
Holding on to the last crumbs of bread

I'm tired, wondering what I'm doing here
Still working hard, but I can't forget
Troubled times that never seem to clear
Still gambling on life and losing that bet

I'm no longer strong, my energy fades
Velvet skies are always eluding me
The Sun beats down, I'm hidden in shades
Falling mountains that are including me

When it is over, I wait for it to restart
Life has a bitter toll where everybody pays
I try to rebuild, only for me to fall apart
This always happens on one of my bad days


copyright Chris Smith 2011

Reviews

[SpokenWord]

Those bad days do fade if the person is persistent in facing all obsticles and resolving them. when the ski clears it is like a dream as the light of day and warmth of the sun will warm the soul once again. We often get lost in gray clouds that last for more than a moment but within is the compas that will point us always into the light. Great write.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

I think we can all relate to days like that - well spoken or rather worded here...very much so. Thank you for sharing so much of your true depth of character. It is evident and sublime.
Light,
Siddartha